Yes, that is really a picture of the real building I worked/grew up working around and in.
And a thought occured to me: God loves all. He never gives up on anyone. Even people you love to hate. He keeps after them, keeps trying to get their attention, keeps trying to make them see that He's still there.
He whispers. Then He shouts. And then He tackles you and bangs your head with a hammer.
Is this my mom/brother/mom's husband's hammer?????