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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Bridge (07/31/08)

TITLE: In-between
By Rachel Stone
08/02/08


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Last night he and I walked across a rolling river bridge. It was just us, at dusk. And I smiled at him, with coffee in one hand and his in the other.

We walked to the far side and took not nearly enough time coming back across. It was a good moment. We were at the same place, together on this bridge.

We havenít found ourselves together on too many bridges in our seven years of marriage. Most often, he has been on his side and me on mine, while life rages by much too quickly under our feet.

It appears that weíre together, living in the same house and raising the same two beautiful children. We want the same things, to move forward in our lives and future in Godís will and peace and purpose. But we seem to get stuck on the bridge.

Maybe I insist on going ahead, determined I know the way. While he hesitates to go on across wanting to be certain it is the best way for our family. Either way neither of us moves, each firm in our chosen stance, frustrated by the distance in-between.

I look across and heís still there. I pray, amazed by the peace that the Spirit of the Lord gives, even with rivers raging. I open my eyes again and squint. Maybe weíre a bit closer, Iím not sure. Why are we so immovable?

Then I think back to last nightís walk across the river. There was something more than just us being together. It was the strength of the bridge that held us up, safe from harm.

God is our bridge. He is the bridge in our marriage, the bridge for our lives. He has kept us and no matter how far apart we feel, He is big enough. His love stretches that far.

And Faith, it moves the bridge. And hope, gives us moments together on the bridge, like last night.


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Verna Cole Mitchell 08/07/08
This little glimpse of a marriage with the phrase "stuck on the bridge" was very appropriate. Your comparison to God as the bridge to marital happiness was well done.
Marlene Austin08/10/08
Rich personal narrative. Reads like a free-verse poem. Beautiful wording of faith holding these two together. :)