There are bridges we drive on and bridges we cross to get from one area to another. Bridges remind me of how scary it was crossing a bridge at Croc world where hungry man eating crocodiles lingered below. I went in high School (Welbedene Secondary School) must have been in grade ten. My colleagues so excited to cross a bridge they all rushed at once and we exceeded the maximum number of people on the bridge. The fear that gripped me when I am afraid of heights and to look down to see these Crocodiles circling beneath you waiting for you to be their extra meal for the day.
Spiritually:
In life we are sometimes fooled by crossing a bridge and expecting better but we receive less. In life we need to know which bridges to burn and which bridges to cross.
I Remember holding on so tightly to the ropes on one side. I felt if I hold on tightly it would be safer for me if the bridge snapped.
Thankfully we had no problems with the wooden bridge snapping and a Man (White-Not being racist or bias to any social groups {giggling}) came in and helped us get to safe ground.
Thankfully we had no problems with the wooden bridge snapping and a Man (White-Not being racist or bias to any social groups {giggling}) came in and helped us get to safe ground.
How many times in your life has the burdens of life came in and put pressure on your bridge?
How many times have you felt your whole life collapsing down?
How many times have you felt Scavengers waiting for you to die or slip up so they can devour you and rip you apart?
How many times have you held on so tightly, expecting the worst to occur any moment now?
BUT
HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU HELD ON SO TIGHTLY TO THE ROPE BUT THEN REALIZED IT WAS THE SAVIOURS NAIL SCARED HANDS?
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