Yesterday, Scout and I were out for our regular long Friday morning hike. As we were about halfway through the hike, I stopped to give her some water from her dogger-bottle (get it? Haha). Anyway, as she was drinking, I was looking around and saw a cross made from a fallen tree that was in front of a still-standing tree. I would not have seen it if I hadn’t stopped and was looking around while Scout drank her water on a humid August morning. Stopping and looking around and it is in that moment that I see a sign of Jesus.