road signs

They post signs for a reason. On the way to camping with my church this weekend, to the place I first went camping (like returning to one's first love), a place that I love to camp, we headed down the shortcut, or, actually, the most direct route.
And that is when we saw the first road closed sign brightly declaring we could go no further.

It has been my experience, that sometimes a road closed sign really means, "road can't handle normal traffic." Or perhaps, "some construction occurring. Normal traffic should be rerouted until construction completed," or something like that. You know what I'm talking about. And so, I often challenge the sign, or perhaps, I test it, to make sure that the road is indeed closed, or, as in many cases, that it might in fact, be driveable.
So, on this particular drive, I felt it necessary to insure that the road closed signs were accurately posted. Part of the motivation was not just to test the signs, but because to go a different route, would mean going miles out of the way.
As we approached the blocked area, we could see the gates on either side. As I surveyed the situation, I naively (arrogantly? foolishly?) suggested we could "take" the gates, or at very least, go around them.
That is, until things came into full view. The hill hid the reality of the hole. It was not a little bit of road missing, it was the entire road fallen in to a sink hole. Completely gone.
The idea that we could drive around the warning fences was true, we could drive around them. It was navigating (jumping?) the 15 feet of nothingness that would prove most challenging. The sign signaled destruction, or potential destruction.

How true is that in our lives?
God offers a sign.
I push the edge, or test it's legitimacy.
Ultimately, my actions prove that I don't trust the sign, or the sign poster. And in testing things, I teeter on the edge of a chasm (and likely, sometimes fall in). Clearly a position that could be avoided.

Oh, and the other thing, the idea that I knew a more direct route, well, attempting to drive that direct route, because of my unwillingness to take posted detours, ended up taking an additional hour's worth of driving and backtracking. Where if I would have followed the initial reroute, might only have taken say 30 minutes.
Now we did happen upon the gorgeous field of sunflowers. But still.

When will I learn to trust?