January 14, 2018

The Bridge

I love to take pictures of this bridge on our neighborhood walking trail. Below is one I took in the fall as I approached the bridge. This recent picture above captures the barrenness of winter and yet it also captures the beauty of winter. I think that is what I enjoy about it so much.

I have peered over the sides during seasons of drought and flood and also witnessed the ordinary normal rhythm of the flowing creek below. I always stop and check on the creek when I pass this way on the walking trail.

I have left footprints in the snow on this bridge and I have watched sunlight stream through the lush summer leaves. I have rested in its canopy of shade when the summer heat makes even a morning walk hot.

It is not just the creek below that I enjoy on my stops on the bridge.

There is something more, something else special about this bridge.

I like the strength I feel beneath my feet as I securely stand supported by concrete and steel. I feel safe.

I feel safe because this bridge is firm and strong!

The strength of this bridge reminds me of the One who is my strength.

Psalm 18:1-2
I will love You, O Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; My God, my strength, in whom I will trust; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.