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.

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Monday, May 29, 2017


by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges 

Some trust in chariots, and some in horses;
But we will remember the name of the Lord our God.
Psalm 20:7

I’ve been watching the movie, “Titanic”, and thinking about how much trust it took for the passengers to be on that boat.

The boat was supposed to be unsinkable. But as we all know, in the end, it did sink.

The people aboard that ship put their trust in the captain to get them safely to America. They trusted the architects as well. They trusted that the boat was built securely and strong enough to withstand anything that may come their way.

And still, many died that night.

But God is so much bigger than the Titanic. He’s bigger than anything we can dream of or fear.

He’s a mighty God. Strong. Dependable. Secure. His name is a strong tower. Jesus’ name is above all names.

When I place my trust in God I can be assured that whatever happens, He is here to hold me up and keep me safe. He is my strength when I am weak. His strength keeps me strong.

If I trust You Lord
    where will you take me?
Will I rise above the wings of the wind
will I journey to unknown lands
will I walk miles upon miles of roads
will I swim deeper than my breath can go?

You call me to trust You Lord
    even through grasses tall
to take Your hand and let You lead
to offer only one solitary dream
to give what I was never meant to keep
to love You with my heart - free.

Help me, Lord, to trust You more
    keeping my eyes fixed on You secure
teach me how to love You alone
leaning on You - the Everlasting Arms
tasting the goodness of obedience’s song
resting in Your presence forevermore.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©28 May 2017
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Are you worried about your future? Maybe you’re worried about something that seems so much bigger than anything you’ve ever handled before? Whatever it is, place your trust in God. In Him alone is safety.


As you walk out on that water, keep your focus on Jesus. Keep your eyes fixed squarely on Him. Take His hand. He will not let you sink.

From My Heart to Yours,

Monday, May 22, 2017


by Marcie Bridges

Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift!
2 Corinthians 9:15

From generation to generation
You have been good
You have been faithful
Your mercies ever new.
Generations long ago
Your blood poured out
may I never forget
the love that flowed down.
Even now, so far from that day,
Your grace extends
to hearts who truly believe.
Thank You, dear Jesus,
for this gift so free
Thank You, dear Jesus,
for saving me.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©5 November 2016
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Lord, You have been my best friend for all my life. You've been my hope when all seemed lost. My comforter when I felt alone. My redeemer when I have sinned against You. You've never forsaken me. You've been faithful through and through.

How can I say thank You for all You've done for me? How can I say thank You for all You've been for me? 

If there's anything I can do for You, Lord, please make it known to me.

I love You Lord. Thank You for the gift of Your salvation so rich and free.

From My Heart to Yours,

Monday, May 15, 2017


by Marcie Bridges

In this the love of God was manifested toward us, that God has sent His only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through Him. In this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation* for our sins. Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.
 1 John 4:9-11

The conversation goes something like this:

“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“Not possible. I love you more.”
“Nope. I love you mostest.”
“But I gave birth to you. I love you more than anything.”
“You’re my mother. I love you more than the stars in the sky.”
“Not even close. I loved you when you were just a wish in my heart.”

Maybe this is familiar to you in some way? The conversation continues on with each other trying to prove you love the other person more.

But that’s the thing about a mother’s love. It is deeper, wider, higher, longer than any other love on this universe. Some mothers show it more often or better than others, but deep down we love our children more than life itself. It isn’t something we can explain to anyone. It just is.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have such a conversation with Jesus. He would win hands down though you know?

I’ll never be able to cleanse another of their sins. I’ll most likely never [literally] give my life for another human being. I’ll never heal them of disease or shelter them in the midst of their crises.

Only Jesus can love like that. Only Jesus gave His life, was buried, and rose again, so that we might be redeemed in Him.
I’ll never love You Lord as much as You love me.
I could tell You that I do from now throughout eternity.
But my words and my actions are never enough
because how do I know what truly is love?
Have I ever laid down my life for You
or formed You in my womb?
No, I’ll never love You Lord as much as You do.
But Lord I love You as much as I can
I live by Your commands
I trust in You, I remain faithfully Yours,
from now as time endures.
I give You my heart and my soul
to You alone I pledge it all - the  whole
Lord, I’ll love You until the day I die
and I thank You dear Lord, for giving me life.
Not just at birth but again from sins death
You’ve been my great hope with each intake of breath
Is there anything more I can do or say
that will prove to You Lord I will love you always?

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©14 May 2017
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There is no other love like a mother. But even more so, there is no other love like Jesus’ love for us.

From My Heart to Yours,

*atonement or atoning sacrifice

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Monday, May 8, 2017


by Marcie Bridges

Enter into His gates with thanksgiving,
And into His courts with praise.
Be thankful to Him, and bless His name.
Psalm 100:4

Praise the Lord! O my soul!
Your goodness so faithful
Your grace so amazing
Your mercies are new
every single morning.
Your gates are open
for all to enter in
with thanksgiving we
praise You in Your courts
in joyfulness we shout forth
You are God! There is no other!
We are Your sheep,
You our Shepherd
we kneel before You
our King, our Maker.
From everlasting to everlasting
Your truth is our freedom
Your love our comfort
Your name our peace.
We bless You Lord each day
in thanksgiving we sing praise
to Thee—Jesus Christ our King.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©24 November 2016
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Have a wonderfully blessed praise filled week with the Lord!

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Monday, May 1, 2017


by Marcie Bridges

 Commit your way to the Lord,
Trust also in Him,
And He shall bring it to pass.
Psalm 37:5

I’m curious. Why is commitment so hard? I mean, why is it when we determine within ourselves we are going to be dedicated to something, we give it to God, we start off strong then all of a sudden we give up?

You wanna know what I think? I think we are human. We’re not perfect. Oh, we want to be more than anything.

You know exactly what I’m talking about. I know you do!

Come on, we want perfect bodies that don’t have lumps and bumps. We want the perfect job with the perfect salary. Perfect outfits to match our unblemished reflections. Perfect families with perfect children in a house that is sheer perfection inside and out.

Did I miss anything? I’m sure I could go on but I think you get my point. We strive in life for a perfection we can never achieve because only one person is perfect. The Lord our God.

So in our striving we forget that it takes work to achieve the things we want in life. And in our forgetfulness, we quit because we don’t want to believe that we have failed at something only God can do through us.

You see, just because we give our problems and cares to the Lord or we commit what we are doing to Him, it does not mean we can just expect it to happen. Like one day we place it in His hands and the next day, poof, all of our troubles are gone. 

Even in the valley of the shadow of death
there is a peace that brings forth thankfulness
as Your hand guides and holds us firm
You give hope to the weary and forlorn.
For it’s through the highways and bi-ways
we find the strength to face our fears
when we turn our eyes upon Your loving face
and at Your feet we fully cast our cares.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©17 November 2015
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I really love how Matthew Henry explains this:

“What is the desire of the heart of a good man? It is this, to know, and love, and serve God. Commit thy way unto the Lord; roll thy way upon the Lord, so the margin reads it. Cast thy burden upon the Lord, the burden of thy care. We must roll it off ourselves, not afflict and perplex ourselves with thoughts about future events, but refer them to God. By prayer spread thy case and all thy cares before the Lord, and trust in him. We must do our duty, and then leave the event with God. The promise is very sweet: He shall bring that to pass, whatever it is, which thou has committed to him.” ¹

What have you committed to the Lord and still waiting on Him to fulfill in your life? Perhaps it is time to fully trust in Him with it.

From My Heart to Yours,

¹Matthew Henry Commentary, Psalm 37:5, BibleHub.

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Monday, April 24, 2017


by Marcie Bridges

Cast your burden on the Lord [release it] and He will sustain and uphold you;
He will never allow the righteous to be shaken (slip, fall, fail). 
Psalms 55:22 (AMP)

A few short months ago I stood at the river’s edge, rock in my hand, ready to throw it into the river and watch its weight sink it to the bottom.

The idea was to write the things burdening us—things weighing us down keeping us from allowing the Water of Life from flowing through our hearts and bodies—onto the rock. Once we had prayed over our rocks we walked to river’s edge to through them away.

Cradling the rock I read each word I had written on it. And as I read them I asked God to release me from each one.

Finally, with one good swing of my arm, I let go and watched as it sank to its death. But in its death I found life.

However, we Christians, just like the Israelites, tend to only live in our newfound freedom for so long before we pick up a rock or two and plop them into our pockets. Then we carry that weight with us until one day. . .

The dam breaks apart. I get tired of carrying this weight that has gotten heavier and heavier. Then I finally call out to God and throw the rocks into the river once more. 

When will I ever learn?
I lost the weight but it came back
I lost it again and look where I’m at
heavier than ever this weight has become.
Tried and I tried to get back on this horse
rode it around felt good for a course
then he would buck and off I would fall
never to return to horse riding at all.
“Why bother anymore?”
snakes into my brain
there’s no use in giving it one more think
I guess I’ll just live in this horrible state.
“You can do this,” I promise.
Comes back His refrain.
Quietly and gently He lifts me up
setting me back onto a solid rock
whispering encouragement and love

lay down your burden for a fresh start.
Slowly I raise my tear streaked face
He holds out His hand with eyes of grace
there I lay my burden of weight
trading in my sorrows for joyous peace.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©23 April 2017
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My friend, are you carrying a weight too heavy to bear?

Take the stones out of your pockets and throw those weights into the River of Life. There you will find the fresh, living water flowing through your soul enabling you to walk in freedom. 

From My Heart to Yours,

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Monday, April 17, 2017


by Marcie Bridges

There is therefore now no condemnation 
for those who are in Christ Jesus.
Romans 8:1

I am fractured.

A tree burned in fire no longer able to grow and thrive.

A stained-glass window no light can shine through.

I am broken.

I am undone.

A string that has unraveled.

Or so, that is what I keep telling myself.

Condemnation has crept into my soul indicting me of every flaw and sin. Weighing me down, sucking me into the ground like quick-sand.

My days are filled with staring out the window wondering if I’ll ever be enough. Ever be the person I once was.

But this week all of this self-loathing has been interrupted by the One who has saved me. He has given me new life. He has shown me a new path to walk.

Every book I read, every blog written, every Scripture reference has told me this one thing:

You, Marcie, are enough because He is enough. You, Marcie, are no longer condemned because He has redeemed you. He has called you by name and you, Marcie, are His.


I am fractured.
Condemned by my own sins.
The worthlessness I feel
because I can’t overcome them.
Accusations torment and send
my soul to blackened death
escape is nowhere to be found
breathing my last gasping breath.
A weight heavy with blistering thoughts
cause my feet to stumble and fall
like a tree burned in fire
its shell deadened to any desire.
I am broken beyond redemption
paralyzed in agonized condemnation.

But the loving touch of a Savior
has brought relief I can savor
as He stands in the midst of my mess
forgiving, restoring, giving rest.
Reminding me through His blood
my sins have been washed, heart restored,
the only condemnation I can receive
is that which I only conceive.
Now in new life I can stand
raise my head proud, redeemed once again,
my roots take hold in the ground
and my heart flourishes in redemption’s snow.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©16 April 2017
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And my dear friend, you are no longer condemned either. Ever. Condemnation comes from Satan the father of lies. Jesus Christ has paid the price for your sins on the cross and once saved, we are no longer under death’s condemnation. 


We are: Forgiven. Redeemed. Cleansed. Daughters and sons of the Most High God.

It’s time to stop condemning ourselves and remember we are enough through the blood of Jesus Christ and we are His.

From My Heart to Yours,

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