Friday, August 30, 2013


I'm going to start something new. Each Friday I am simply going to post a poem. Might be fun, might be serious, might be from a friend or just a favorite of mine. So here is the first one... hope you enjoy.


The pants that didn’t fit
put on too small hips
tight around the waist and other parts.

When the pants that didn’t fit
were seated in, they split
and the sides became unhinged
there was no denying it
a change must be in the mix.

Other attempts at clothing failed
and the thoughts of anger prevailed
why did the washer feel compelled
to shrink those pants?

The pants that didn’t fit
what a gall for them to split
how they laugh because they shrunk
and made a fool of everything.

The pants that didn’t fit
they win the battle each time they split
because new pants in new sizes must be spent.

And so the thinking goes
giving into the woes
the pants that didn’t fit
put self-esteem and pride behind
but the new pants smile and laugh
they know one day will come
when they will be
the pants that didn’t fit.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©27, May 2013

Monday, August 26, 2013


My first day of 8th grade was one of the hardest days of school.  It was the largest school I had ever been to and that first day I got so lost looking for my classes that at one point I stood in the middle of an empty hallway crying. After a few minutes one of the teachers found me and helped me find my class.

This past week I had the privilege of beginning the second half of my college career at a new university. This university is much bigger than the community college and I had a very similar reaction while finding a parking place and my new classes. Not quite so dramatic, but still that pit in your stomach that makes you want to panic. Uncertain of where you are going and what you are doing.

Last Friday I went to campus orientation. I parked on a side street and went semi-confidently to where I needed to be. I found the buildings just fine and even found my classes without mishap. I wanted to be sure I knew where I was going on my first day. However, when I confidently began my trek back to my car I realized I didn’t know where I was. I walked down one sidewalk only to turn around and walk back the way I’d just come and try a different path. But none of the paths I took looked like the way I should be going to get to my car. I was just about to give up when, once again, I found a teacher and after we looked at the campus map we figured out where I needed to go. I took off on the new path and sure enough, there was my car! Hallelujah!  

I found this verse a couple of years ago and it quickly became one of my favorites. Isaiah 30:21, “Your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, “This is the way, walk in it,” Whenever you turn to the right hand Or whenever you turn to the left.”  I love it because it gives us the assurance that God doesn’t leave us to wander around, groping in the dark trying to find our own way. When we feel lost and afraid and don’t know where to turn, He is there to wrap His arm around you and point you in the right direction. He says, “Hey, why don’t you try going this way?” And when we listen to Him and follow the map He gives us, we find exactly where we need to be.

  © Marcie Bridges, Heart Thoughts, 2013

Wednesday, August 21, 2013


Psalm 145:17-21

The Lord is righteous in all His ways, Gracious in all His works.
The Lord is near to all who call upon Him, To all who call upon Him in truth.
He will fulfill the desire of those who fear Him; He also will hear their cry and save them.
The Lord preserves all who love Him, But all the wicked He will destroy.
My mouth shall speak the praise of the Lord,
And all flesh shall bless His holy name Forever and ever.
Have you ever had something in your life that you didn’t understand why God put it there? Maybe you struggle with a relationship, maybe finances, maybe an addiction or perhaps like me, you struggle with physical problems. And perhaps you have asked God a hundred times to take it away from you or to help you with it. Yet it seems He doesn’t hear and doesn’t answer. Has it ever become so overwhelming for you that you finally cried out to Him over it? I mean literally! Screaming, crying, flinging yourself on the floor wailing asking Him over and over for an answer???? Recently I went through one of those times and it took me 2 months to get through it and to really listen and find out what God’s answer would be. I spent that time just writing down my thoughts as they came. I hope it helps someone in some small way.
Sometimes in our desire to find answers from God we are lead into a deeper relationship with Him and we find we want to know God even more. I found that desire through this struggle with God (with my disability).
The question burns inside of me I’ve dared not ever ask

So personal so hard to think about it grieves me in my chest
I cannot think about it without feeling deep selfishness
Lord, I know You have an answer
But do I have the right to the request?
With many more on this planet who are worse off than I am
Do I have the right to make it heard?
It has only taken root inside my very core
Just recently I’ve discovered I even had the need.
Now I ask You humbly, this question upon my soul,
I wonder Lord, will You answer now
Or must I wait until I’m home
Lord, why is this bothering me so
Why am I suddenly so fearful
I thought I had accepted what You’ve given to me
Now it seems it has gotten too big
too heavy, too much
and I long for an answer to my questions
what must I do to hear them?
If I asked Lord, would you heal me?
If I want You to restore me, would You?
Such uncertainty, such regret,
That I never took the time to think any of this
Until now that I’m older, wiser I hope,
Have I waited too long to ask this of You?
Perhaps You’ve already answered and I haven’t heard
Maybe I’ve talked too much and not listened to a word

Yet now is the time... I feel pretty assured
You can handle these questions
You can take all the pressure
You can take all the anger 
You have an answer.
(~Marcell Warner Bridges, © November 2012)

So Lord I asked You several times
and I,
cannot say I feel any better;
You say in Your Word to not worry
Not about what to wear
What we eat
Or the roof above our heads.
You even tell us not to worry about
Oh how I’ve worried lately Lord.
I’ve made everything about me.
Me, me, me, me.
Seems like lately my world has come
Crashing down around my head
And it has flowed all the way down
down, down, down
to the tips of my toes.
I don’t know where to turn
I don’t know what You want
I have listened to everyone’s counsel
I have listened to my own.
But I can’t seem to let it go
Let it sit at Your feet
I asked You to let me forget about it
even for a day...yet it stays...
All I want right now dear Lord,
is to rest in utter sweet peace.
(22 November 2012)
Today Lord, I was talking to you
And a thought occurred
It was very new
Perhaps I’ve heard Your answer
Perhaps I should listen to this
It felt so right and so real
I’m sure, I know it came from You.
It was just a whisper
Your still, small, voice
I heard it clear and I heard it in my heart
And there it was ...
Be thankful dear child for what I’ve given you
Be thankful for what you have.
Don’t worry about what might be in the future
Just trust Me
Everything will be okay.
Whatever I give you to go through
Even if it is what you fear the most
Just rely on Me in all things
That is where lies your hope.
Go on dear child, listen to Me,
I know you are scared through and through
But trust in what you know
Believe in your heart
Have faith like a child
And I’ll lead you through every valley
Over every mountain
Through every dark shadow
Every fear that you feel
Every time you need help
I’ll be here.
~Marcell Warner Bridges
©January, 2013
© Marcie Bridges, Heart Thoughts, 2013


Wednesday, August 14, 2013


AThe Lord gave the word; Great was the company of those who proclaimed it@ 
 Psalm 68:11 (NKJV)

Sometimes I have the hardest time trying to write for my blog. Even after asking God what to write about, I find myself staring out the window not able to find words to put to paper.

A couple of years ago I was attending an English class in college.  We read poems and short stories and then we wrote critical essay=s on them. Near the end of the semester one of our assignments was to write a poem. The only requirements he gave to us was that it could not rhyme and could only be a page long (preferably shorter).  I remember sitting and staring out the window into the dark stormy night not an ounce of inspiration within me to write even one line. But eventually words began to flow into my brain:


Uninterested, uninspired, unsure
not with it, just here, sitting
trying to count the stars
but they are hiding from me
nothing sounds like fun
There is so much to do
places to go, be
but I don=t want to do any of those things.
What is it that makes me feel this way?
The sky is gray, crying, there is a wailing
streaks light up and there is a rumbling
a puddle at my feet.
It does not escape my notice
everyone looks the same
everything is waiting
still, silent, sleeping.
Just keeping time until
the sun comes out and brings
an awakening to our lives.

Marcell Warner Bridges
827, September 2009

Something just occurred to me. Perhaps I’m not reading my Bible enough? After all, the Bible is inspired by God (2 Timothy 3:16); therefore, my words should be inspired by Him as well. Inspiration can come from anything (nature, driving around in the car, music, other blogs, etc...) but I would think keeping my mind on God, reading and studying His Word and talking to Him through prayer and writing down what He says to me should be the greatest inspiration of all.

  © Karen L. Murphy photography, 2013

Dear Lord, speak to us. Speak through us. Help us to sit and listen to You and hear Your voice so that we can write Your words and then others will be inspired by You.

(Many of you know how much I enjoy sign language so when I found this video of this young lady signing "Word of  God speak" it seemed to fit perfectly with this blog posting. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.) 

  © Marcie Bridges, Heart Thoughts, 2013