The Bridge

by Christine Sine
The Bridge

by Sue Duby

We walk. A lot. Over 4,000 miles since landing in Northwest Arkansas. Chuck clocks every step. Our hunt for new trails is rivaled only by our search for great coffee shops!

Our morning walks never get old. We’ve got the routine down. Grab the coat, gloves and hat (at least in the winter!). Bend for a quick tie of those well-worn tennis shoes. Wait for Chuck’s coaching chant, “Let’s do this!”. Head off in a tandem rhythm of purpose and determination. Often landing on the cart path of a nearby golf course. 

We know each bend in the creek, the lone crane who often greets us with his one-legged stance, the turtles who dive deep when we pass by their pond, flower beds bursting with color and our favorite maintenance worker who always smiles with affection when we wave. Most days, we’re alone. We chat, we stay quiet, we laugh, we ponder. Often cruising along in “our zone”, hardly aware of our surroundings. 

We know it all so well. All great delight. . . except for the wet shoe saga. At one point, the cart path crosses a spillway of cascading creek water. We’ve learned tip-toeing techniques that usually allow for a sprint across without a soaking. However, any recent rainfall guarantees a cold, squishy finish to our journey.

One day last Spring, we found ourselves sighing, a few steps from the spillway, ready to soak our shoes yet again. For no apparent reason, we both happened to glance to the right and notice another walker. Strolling across nearby grass, stepping on to a small footbridge and crossing the creek to the other side. We turned to each other and jointly exclaimed, “What??!!! All this time… for over 2 years… why did we NEVER see that bridge?!!!”

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photo by Sue Duby

We quickly followed. Across the grass, across the bridge, pausing on the other side of the creek, looking at our dry shoes and smiling together. Since that wake-up moment, we’ve carved a well-worn path to that bridge, with dry shoes every time!

The bridge wasn’t “new” in the sense of being freshly created. It’s been there for years, well worn by foot traffic. But it was “new” to us. Somehow, our eyes never saw it until that crazy day of awakening! One definition of “new” is just that… “already existing but seen, experienced, or acquired recently or now for the first time”.

Such a mystery. To have something there all the time and not see it. To struggle through a journey with obstacles and never realize there’s another way in clear view. To be stuck with a mind fretfully “looping”, without trusting a solution will make itself known by resting and waiting on Him. To be weighed by decisions needing to be made, forgetting He has a best path forward. To know that when we find ourselves feeling “stuck” in our ways, He’s faithful to continue to show us “better ways”. Often when we least expect. And always in His best timing. 

May 2021 be a year of fresh vision. Of eyes that see what we missed before. Of His hand illuminating great surprises along the way. Of delight in discovering His “best paths” in each day. Of trusting that He is the God of the “new”… in all ways, in all things, forever.

“What no eye has seen, nor ear heard,
nor the heart of man imagined,
what God has prepared for those who love him”

I Corinthians 2:9 (ESV)

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Herbert Orr February 9, 2021 - 7:53 am

In the distant past: 1969, I saw the book of Acts thru mainline denomination eyes that perhaps we thought that miracles stopped when the book of Revelation ended. So, those who believed that one could experience Acts, 1st Corinthians 12-14. were in error..
Then, in 1970 I began to seek more of the Holy Spirit;s presence in my life. I tried to do it with those who did it within this
denomination. It was true for some because Bill Bright with his 4 Spiritual laws also printed a tract represented one to
remove oneself off a chair and let the Holy Spirit sit in it.. Others said that you could be Holy Spirit filled if you forsook
your sins believing the Psalm 66 v 18: If I regard iniquity in my heart the Lord will not hear..

But, in April 1971, a former peer in this denomination who cornered a former denomination pastor who received the baptism of the Holy Spirit with speaking in tongues. he received it. (saw a bridge that was there all along in the book
of Acts.) This peer came back to his Bible study group and they got it also.
Later, he visited with me. So, I received it also. (Of course beginning with the Azusa Street revival and Pentecosticalism taken from the truth of Azusa Street.
People got healed thru the ministry of Kathryn Kuhlman & Oral Roberts named 2.)

I’ve been healed from crippling migraine headaches that caused vomiting then required a shot. and a crippling back ruptured disc condition that later I was able to move 5 gallons of dirt without pain.

I am a medical doctor who worked with Kathryn & later Benny Hinn.on their stage checking those who got healed. When I was with Kathryn a man with type 1 diabetes still did not need shots 2 weeks later.

Sue February 9, 2021 - 11:09 am

Thank you for taking time to share your thoughts! Sue

revrodneymarsh February 9, 2021 - 3:41 pm

Thanks Sue
Every day is new….. my daily drive to work was along an ‘ocean drive’ – it was the same drive every day but it was always new, every day.

Sue February 10, 2021 - 7:52 pm

Thank you. Good to ponder!

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