I have crossed the perfect bridge many times. If I didn't look for the bridge, I'd be perpetually stuck in the face of a rut. Sometimes the bridge is easy to see when the way seems impassable. Other times, I have had to search, sometimes plead, to be shown the way.

Curiously, the bridge is always the same one. It looks a bit different to me in every season, but the journey across has become increasingly inviting. It is also becoming increasingly easier to recognize.

In this book of poems and Scripture meditations, I invite you to join me for my walk. Listen with me a moment to the birds singing. Visualize the miraculous growth of a tree. Contemplate the colors of autumn's reflections, and bundle up to make some footprints as we walk together across the icy snow. The bridge will hold us, and I believe we will, together, find joy in the journey through the seasons of life.