In January, we took a side trip through Fayetteville on our way to Huntsville, Alabama. Or one could say, it was sort of on the way, depends how you get there. As we drove the selected route, I couldn't help but notice the building with the painted bricks, and made a quick U-turn. I was caught by the green doors, the faded paint, the shadows of the overhead wires, and even the wooden bench. 

Apparently, the sign has gone through several variations over the years, with any distinction between the letter styles blurred by history. I suspect the previous sign was painted over with a new sign on top, and maybe even a third variation. I can't tell which because they have all faded together.

Portions of my past have faded as well. It  is just as well that some of it has faded, erased, mercifully forgiven. Thank God for grace.