Sometimes to really see someone or something, we must look and see again in a repeating cycle until the real messages God intends for us finally penetrate into our hearts and minds. Just last week, during my return trip from the lakes of Nisswa, Minnesota back to Provo, Utah, I experienced a serendipitous moment of inspiration despite my strong desire to “just get back home” as quickly as possible. As we took our final glance up at the impressive gray faces of four US presidents carved into Mt. Rushmore, two of my kids continued to bicker while my mother gently suggested that we make just one more stop in the…