A Bridge Crossing
What a gorgeous day it was to be photographing autumn splendor! You know, fall is that bridge from summer to winter and it accomplishes that task beautifully, particularly in the Smokies.
There is another bridge that has an even greater significance than this one but it does not span a river, rather a HUGE gorge. That gorge separated sinful man from a holy God, and that bridge was shaped like a cross on which Jesus gave His life. He is the only way (John 14:6) to the Father.
I am grateful for scenes like this that grace our land that help get us from one side to the other safely. I am even more grateful to my Lord and Savior for making it possible for me to travel safely by His grace from this earthly home to my future heavenly home.
Great Smoky Mountains