Last night I chatted with an old friend. We hadn’t talked in ages. We’d met years ago, volunteering at a Women of Faith Conference in Texas, just after my life had fallen apart: marriage, family, job, home, father, and every beautiful thing I owned suddenly gone. She had been an encouragement to me.
Today she finds herself in a painfully similar place. My heart aches yet rejoices for her. Because of what I learned in that place…
Devastating seasons can be like bridges… Leading from our past to a far more beautiful story.
The journey changes us. We realize it’s more about the Maker of the bridge than the rubble that lies beneath it.
We discover we are held. Sustained. Led forward. In ways we cannot claim by our own strength.
We learn to trust the One who will never leave us.
Transforming our crossings, into something beautiful indeed.
Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you. ~ Isaiah 46:4
QUESTION: Are you in the middle of a bridge today? Look up. There is beauty in this place. And you are not there alone.