It is easy to get so overwhelmed by all the bridges we might have to cross to get to a place we ultimately want to be that we are crippled by fear and unbelief. All of life stretches out ahead of us and we see a blur of bridges that might need crossing and we - I - fear.
In certain seasons of life we know the burden of a certain bridge and we long for the light at the end of the tunnel. Every one of us knows that bridge, that tunnel. They are different bridges but we all know the longing, hoping, waiting. Praying. And then there is light. There is always Light when we know the Bridge Builder.
As the light saturates darkness we squint and try to catch a glimpse of the next bridge. What will it be like? What scenes will we take in and tuck away between one bridge and another? It approaches and we try to discern the people, the shadows, the lines.
At times we are surprised by joy. We find beauty in unexpected places. Rejoicing replaces weeping and faith triumphs over fear.
In other moments that are tense and trying, at least there is comic relief - like French guys sun-bathing (?) or sleeping (?) in their underwear at the foot of the bridge. Laughter really is good medicine. Some days we have to look harder for it than other days, but it can be found beneath every bridge.
I am emerging from one bridge, straining to make out the next. There is beauty and laughter to be found, but there is also fear. Joy stealing, heart wrenching fear. Oh that I will believe and take it one day at a time, straining to see the glory of the Bridge Builder on the other side, never afraid to cross the next bridge when I come to it.
As the light saturates darkness we squint and try to catch a glimpse of the next bridge. What will it be like? What scenes will we take in and tuck away between one bridge and another? It approaches and we try to discern the people, the shadows, the lines.
At times we are surprised by joy. We find beauty in unexpected places. Rejoicing replaces weeping and faith triumphs over fear.
In other moments that are tense and trying, at least there is comic relief - like French guys sun-bathing (?) or sleeping (?) in their underwear at the foot of the bridge. Laughter really is good medicine. Some days we have to look harder for it than other days, but it can be found beneath every bridge.
I am emerging from one bridge, straining to make out the next. There is beauty and laughter to be found, but there is also fear. Joy stealing, heart wrenching fear. Oh that I will believe and take it one day at a time, straining to see the glory of the Bridge Builder on the other side, never afraid to cross the next bridge when I come to it.
The photos in this post are from my trip to France last fall. These are the famous bridges of Paris. I'm praying for grace to rest and enjoy the scenery as much as I did that afternoon last September.
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