There is a necessity for bridges in our lives.
I have always marveled at their beauty -
but more importantly-
I gloried in their placement--
at all the right places along the path as I traveled.
The wonder of their construction
and the perils that they might span
and what holds them up
and who dared to build their often lofty paths
always comes to mind as I peer over their sides.
The wonder of all wonders---
how would I have dared to get over the river,
through the bog, or dared the swamp-
-or so many other perils-
if not for the bridge across their dangers?
The path would have stopped
and I would have stood still
had not someone seen the need
and provided the way-
across the bleak snare to my forward walk.
Some bridges high and some very low-
-all with the purpose of connecting the dots -
providing a way to walk over the dangers
that lie along the road.
And wonder-more wonder what might be below
those towering bastions of safety from danger?
Perhaps a troll--perhaps a billy goat so gruff---
perhaps an entire city of dwellers could all live below.
Enjoying the protection that the bridge affords
to even those unseen to those on the path.
Swiftly running water---
still water but deep--
dizzying heights to the canyon floor--
there is always a reason -a time -
a season for the bridge to be built-
to provide the path for our trek through time.
Life is filled with bridges
a necessary tool to continue the journey
to the mountain top.
The most beautiful and greatest of bridges
I have seen was made
from two simple beams that were shaped like a cross.
A bridge from the fallen to the glory of the heights---
placed at the most important of places--
from my heart to His throne -
a bridge for all ages.
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Today I am thankful for the joy
of knowing
of knowing
of all the bridges
built for all my stages
as I walk this path
He has placed before me.
"I am the way,
the truth,
the life,
no one comes to the Father,
but through me."
John 14:6
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