Monday, July 17, 2017


by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges 

“Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, 
in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.”  
Philippians 4:11

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 She said, “I’ve never felt at home here.”

And I had to nod with agreement in understanding.

They say, "Home is where the heart is," but when you move so much in life that you can’t call one single place home, it becomes hard to feel at home even when you’ve lived in the same place for more years than you have anywhere else.

Oh how I understand. But I got to thinking about it and something occurred to me:

Paul says that he learned to be content no matter where he was. Do you know where Paul was when he wrote those words? Paul was in jail. How in the world do you find contentment in jail?

Because his contentment was not found in what he wanted or even what he had. Paul’s contentment was found in Jesus Christ. So no matter whether he abounded in things or was in great need,  whether he was free or in jail, whether he was hungry or had plenty, Paul was at peace with his life because he placed his trust in Christ.


I wonder what it would be like
to live in such happiness and bliss
everything goes as planned
and nothing is ever amiss?

While such dreams can be pleasant
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bringing a smile upon our face
they are just a wistful notion
never to be given a place.

Contentment isn’t found in the wanting
but in our security through Jesus Christ
when we put all of our trust
in His provisions for our life.

When our hearts become discontented
we must let Jesus be our guide
to the peace that passes understanding
only He can provide.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©16 July 2017
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Home is where contentment is.  Home is where we find our identity in Christ. 

I could go back to California but I have to agree with my best friend who said, “I bet if you go back there you wouldn’t feel at home anymore. Too much has changed since then.”  Sounds like great wisdom to me.

I can go to any place on this earth I think might make me happy and contented, but if God is not with me, if I don’t place my trust in Him and let Him provide for me, then I’ll never know contentment in life.

Contentment is not in the wanting. Contentment is not found in dreaming. Contentment is not the greener grass.

Home truly is where the heart is. Because if your treasures are laid up (stored) in heaven, there will your heart be also.**

Contentment is Jesus Christ.

From My Heart to Yours,

**Matthew 6:19-21:  “Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal;  but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal.  For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. 

Is home REALLY where the heart is? @Marcie_Bridges shares where to find contentment in life

Contentment isn't found in wanting or dreaming-it's found in Jesus Christ

Monday, July 10, 2017


by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges 

Return to your rest, my soul,
    for the Lord has been good to you.  
Psalm 116:7

My tire went flat
my finger was smashed
oh what a week it has been!
Too busy to be
the friend that you need
and my head, oh it pounds
like each time my heart beats.
Feeling a little left out
but I’m not gonna pout
it’s kinda my fault anyway
In need of a break
from all of this craze
can anyone help me out?

I read in God’s word
how He cares for the birds
yet He loves me even more than they
He’s calling me to rest
from all of this mess
think I’ll lean my head against His breast.
It’s so quiet here
don’t think I’ll dare
move from this spot for awhile
This comfort I feel
nothing compares in this world
with a sigh I close my eyes and smile.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©9 July 2017
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It’s summertime, isn’t it?

Well, you wouldn’t know it around here. Both my husband and I have been extremely busy and it doesn’t look to be slowing down anytime soon.

Unfortunately, with all of the busyness has also come hard times with my family. My body just doesn’t know what to do with all of this stress.

If you suffer from Tinnitus, then you know how annoying it can be. Especially if it persists often. I have Tinnitus in my right ear 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. But most the time I don’t really notice it anymore. Tonight, it is louder than usual and isn’t helping my headache at all. Plus, it can cause me to feel sick. Even better, is a new type of Tinnitus I have acquired in my left ear—my good ear. It’s whooshing and it, too, happens mostly when I’m under too much stress or my sinus’s are acting up.

This is how I know it is time to take a break. Time to get quiet and still. Take time to relax and get away from it all.

I don’t think God meant us to be so busy we get consumed by our work and overloaded. I don’t believe God meant for us to make ourselves crazy by always saying yes to everything and not taking time to spend with Him and with our families and friends.

Summertime is usually a time to slow down, go on vacation, and breathe a little easier. So if you don’t see me on social media as much, don’t be alarmed. I’m just resting in Jesus’ arms.

I hope you will too.
From My Heart to Yours,

Monday, July 3, 2017


by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges 

“Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
    the people he chose for his inheritance.”  Psalm 33:12

Prayer of a Burdened Heart

My heart is heavy Lord
with burdens too great
struggles too hard
scars buried too deep.

Our nation is sinking
we need Your intervening
please Lord,
come heal our land.

Thank You for our freedoms
Thank You for our blessings
Thank You, Lord,
for keeping us in Your hands.

May we always remember
You are our Creator
You are our Savior
Only You can change hearts.

We seek You on bended knee
we love You Lord
in Jesus’ name we plead
we pray, we ask
Amen, Lord, Amen.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©7 November 2016
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I’ve always been proud to be an American.

I am one of the most patriotic persons you will ever know. I love my country. I love our freedoms. I love our flag. I love our history.

My ears and my head do not enjoy the sound of fireworks anymore so most years we spend our Fourth of July at home. I always order pizza and we watch the fireworks shows on television.

But just because I’m at home doesn’t mean I don’t stand when the national anthem is played. I sing loudly along with all of the songs and I praise God for my country. 

This morning during church our pastor asked us to pray with him for our nation. We prayed for our president, our congress, our leaders, our military and for ourselves. We prayed that God would send revival once again. We asked for revival to begin with us.

My heart has been burdened for a long time for our nation. I pray revival will begin with me.

Happy 4th of July
From My Heart to Yours,

Monday, June 26, 2017


by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges 

Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me!
For my soul trusts in You;
And in the shadow of Your wings I will make my refuge,
Until these calamities have passed by.
Psalm 57:1

The sky grew dark and heavy. Air so still I could barely breathe. My lungs filled with dry heaves as I squatted in the grass.

Thunder rolled and lightning flashed as clouds formed funnels. Twin tornadoes emerged, whirling and twirling across the land right toward me.

My twelve year old mind could not understand, fathom, what was being played out in front of my eyes.

Stark terror enveloped me as the tornadoes roared around the pasture. Then suddenly they barreled in a circle and tore the roof off of a ... what? What is that? A barn? A house? No, it looked like a steeple.

Trembling I stood up, tears flowing down my cheeks, watching as the steeple rose high into the air tumbling across the sky. The next instant I lay on the ground, hands covering my head, as the steeple dropped, exploding into a nuclear cloud.

I couldn’t breathe. I was paralyzed in fear.

Music began playing and I woke up (yes, it was a just a dream) to a cloudy day feeling deep within me something was eerily wrong. Later that same day my phone would ring with news sudden and unexpected.

Life had just exploded like that steeple.


Broken, He walked up Calvary’s mountain
Nailed to a tree for you and for me.
How can I ever be a life-giving fountain
Like the blood that He shed over eternity?
There in the midst of blood and water mingled
Tears shed that only come from love incomprehensible.
“Do you love Me?” the question pierces deep
Cutting veins too thick from years of hardening.
Bitterness had formed, blinded eyes can’t see
The wealth of love that could save if I give willingly.
Help the poor, feed the needy, share myself,
give forgiveness ― Heaven help me!
Take up my cross for others daily
This is love that breaks the soul freely.

His eyes find mine and I cannot look away
The pain that I feel is felt deeper in His veins
I lift my hands up to worship and praise
This is the place where healing begins today.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©22 January 2017
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I’m sad. I’m not depressed, but I am sad. Sad at such destruction taking place with loved ones near to my heart. But even in the sadness, I believe in a hill called Mount Calvary. The place of ultimate redemption. I believe in a God who can redeem the deepest of pits and make them cisterns of living water. 
Whatever God may have for such a situation, I trust that He has this all in His hands and in His ever beautiful timing, He makes all things new. Healing will come.


I pray that whatever torndaoes come your way this week you will trust God and let Him bring you through it. Keep your eyes fixed on His cross, His salvation, for His redemption draws nigh.

From My Heart to Yours,

Monday, June 19, 2017


by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges 

My soul, wait silently for God alone,
For my expectation is from Him.
Psalm 62:5

I was driving home thinking about my day. Well, really, thinking about a lot of things. When suddenly I realized I had not done my quiet time for the day.

“What a minute,” I said out loud. “Yes, I did. I even prayed. Wow. What does that say about my Bible time?” I drove the rest of the way home feeling very somber.

I try to spend time reading God’s Word, a few devotions and pray first thing every morning. And there are days when it really sticks with me. You know what I mean. Like you can’t think about anything else but the message you received kind of stick with you.

But more and more lately I find myself not giving a second thought to what I’d read. And I wonder, what am I doing wrong? What’s wrong with me?

I mean, am I the only one? The only one who finds most devotionals shallow without enough depth to hang your hat on?

Hmmm ... maybe it’s my prayer time. Maybe I’m not spending enough time with God in prayer. Maybe I’m not saying the right words.

This kind of unease that feels as if something is wrong between me and a friend and not exactly knowing what it could be. How do you fix it when you can’t pinpoint what it is? How do you talk about it when you’re not sure what to talk about?

I’m not at all sure. I know there must be something more to this than just reading a short paragraph, a few verses and a prayer. I know there must be.

And then it occurs to me. My relationship with God isn’t based on a short devotion and a hurried, or unhurried,  prayer. My relationship with God is through a quiet stillness with Him. It’s reading His Word and making it a personal part of my day. 

The other day my best friend said she had written several pages of thoughts in her journal during her quiet time. I can’t remember the last time I took out my journal and wrote my heart thoughts to God.

I can’t remember the last time I had a journey into stillness with God. A time of true refreshment. A time of soaking in His Words and writing down what I feel He has said to me. A time of both giving and receiving. A time of both speaking and listening. A time of real conversation with the Lord.

Journey into Stillness

As each new day comes
our minds grow weak
our souls become numb
we must travel each day
on one rule of thumb
journey with God into stillness.

Tune out all the noise
curl up in Jesus’ arms
breathe His name in the dark
surrender to His voice
as you simply “be” in the stillness.

Should your body protest
your mind not be at rest
shoulders sagging in distress
picture yourself hand-in-hand
walking with God in the stillness.

He’ll be with you to the end
carrying you closely as you mend
as each new day comes
a stronger person we’ll become
as we
journey with God into stillness.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©3 February 2017
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I miss my Lord. And now that I know what the problem is, I can’t wait to fix it. God didn’t go anywhere, He’s been here with me all along waiting for me to come and sit with Him.

When was the last time you journeyed into stillness with God?

From My Heart to Yours,

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Monday, June 12, 2017


by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges

“O our God, will You not judge them? For we have no power against this great multitude that is coming against us; nor do we know what to do, but our eyes are upon You.” 
2 Chronicles 20:12
Three year old Kaitlyn walked into the house, plopped down on the floor, and took off her sandals.

“My foot is dirty!” She exclaimed while pointing to the bottom of her foot. “Look! My foot is dirty!”

“What should we do about it?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she replies mournfully. “But look, my foot is dirty. What to do? What to do?”

I’ve felt that way a lot lately.

Yesterday I desired to get a certain task completed. But I couldn’t figure out where to begin. It seemed daunting and unmanageable. I immediately felt overwhelmed by it.

So instead of getting any of it accomplished, I let my anxiety take over and you guessed it, the task is still awaiting my attention.

In 2 Chronicles 20 Jehoshaphat, king of Israel, has several armies coming up against him. But instead of sitting and wringing his hands he calls the people of Israel to fast and pray.

They pray this:
“We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on You.”
 2 Chronicles 20:12b - NIV

Jehoshaphat and the Israelites admitted to God they didn’t know what to do. Maybe even insinuated in-between the lines could be how overwhelmed they were by the vast armies against them. Yet they chose to trust God. They chose to look to Him, to seek Him, and to keep their eyes fixed on Him. Because they did this, God gave them the victory over their enemies. 

Seek the Lord when all seems lost
turn your face up to the sun
let the brightness of this light
become the praise of the victorious one.
Let not your worries nor your cares
be the war cry of your heart
when He who is greater in your life
through your faith will overcome.
It’s not by might, nor by power,
but by his Spirit it will be done
seek the Lord while He may be found
for in this only salvation will come. 
~Marcell Warner Bridges
©11 June 2017
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Sometimes it just seems easier to give up and do nothing. Yet this story is a reminder for us to remember when we fix our eyes on God, and not on our circumstances or anxieties, He will go before us and lead us to a place of victory.


From My Heart to Yours,

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Monday, June 5, 2017


by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges

In their hearts humans plan their course, 
but the LORD establishes their steps.
~ Proverbs 16:9

It’s been a year since graduation. I can’t believe it. 

I spent so many years aiming for that goal and putting other dreams on hold I am not sure it has sunk in yet even now that I accomplished getting my B.A. in English.

But should I ever, EVER, take all of the honor and glory for that accomplishment then I hope my dreams never come true. Because the honor and glory belongs to God alone. 

All of the prayers prayed, all of the heartaches and joys, all of the late nights and early mornings, all of the tears of both defeat and triumph are a testimony to God. He got me through it. This degree, it is His. Not mine.

A year ago I received my degree and in a quiet moment I laid my hand on it, closed my eyes and dedicated it all to Him. My degree. My career. My writing. My new dreams.

It’s been a hard year. One of many, many ups and downs. Maybe more downs than ups. Yet, I know where I am today is only because God has placed me in the job I have now for such a time as this.

A year ago I wrote about having a new dream. (You can read about it here.)The new dreams I dreamed after graduation are still in the process of being realized but these dreams I don’t have a timeline for. I don’t have anyone to say, “Take this class and do that project in such and such amount of time” anymore.  

Now, I just rely on God and His timing. 

Dear Jesus,
You’ve held my hand all this time
You’ve helped me endure
the plans I have made are Yours
for without You they crumble and fall.
Should I ever take the glory and praise
may my days fall short, fading away
all I do from now to the end of my days
be all for You, my Savior, my King.
~Marcell Warner Bridges
©4 June 2017
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It’s a hard wait. Not easy but worth it. What dreams are you dreaming? What are you waiting on God to fulfill in your life?

Whatever they are, I know God will give us the strength to endure no matter how long the wait.

From My Heart to Yours,

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