Monday, January 30, 2017


by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges

Jesus answered and said to her, “Whoever drinks of this water will thirst again, but whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst. But the water that I shall give him will become in him a fountain of water springing up into everlasting life.”  John 4:13-14

My parched lips could stand it no longer. I had lowered the bucket five times and each time it came up empty. Dry as a bone. Despair set in, loneliness surrounded me. No one would help me. They all knew what a wasteland my life had become. I leaned my head against the well waiting for death to overtake me. To relieve me from this solitary existence. Death was near—I could feel it. My bones cracked brittle from the dust I had consumed and my joints ached with every move. I closed my eyes to ward off the brightness of the noonday sun that pierced my retina’s; my head screaming in pain.

Hands gentle and warm caressed my face. I looked upon the man that knelt before me, his eyes cobalt blue and a countenance radiant with kindness. He asked me for a drink of water but I could only whisper, “The dry.” 

If I’d had any moisture left in my body, I would have cried at the tender look He gave me.

He smiled and said, “I can give you water so that you will thirst no more.”

Confused, I found enough strength to ask what He meant.

 “If you knew of whom you are speaking to, you would know that I am the Living Water. The water in this well, when you drink of it, you will continue to thirst for more of it but if you drink of the water I give to you, you will never thirst again.”

Desperate for relief I clung to His cloak.  “Dear Sir,” I pleaded, “please, give me this water you speak of!” 

Slowly, my body began to gain strength, my mouth salivated, and my joints moved freely. I felt like I had come out of a trance. Had I been dreaming? The man I was speaking to was no where in sight.  I looked down at the water bucket, still in my hands, and in my surprise I almost dropped it. Tears poured down my face as I beheld my reflection in the pure, clean, crisp, fresh, sparkling water overflowing its sides. My heart filled with love for this Jesus who had not only rescued me from death, but He truly had given me the gift of life through His Living Water. **

Lord, please fill our cups to overflowing for You
Bring new life to our hearts and light to our souls
May we continue to desire Your presence alone
More than any other offering of this world.
Thank You for caring for us even when we
persist on living in the desert instead of Your oasis.
Fill our hearts with songs of joy
like the babbling brook as it bubbles along
saturating the ground around and beneath its song.
Flood our souls to overflowing with Your Spirit
removing the dust and debris from our dry, brittle bones
Satisfy our deepest desires with a longing for You only.
Creating a spirit of love and not of fear
within our hearts drawing closer, ever near
to Your well of Living, flowing, moving water.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©22 September 2016
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From My Heart to Yours,

**Story found in John 4:1-26

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Monday, January 23, 2017


by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges

“This Book of the Law shall not depart from your mouth, but you shall meditate in it day and night, that you may observe to do according to all that is written in it. For then you will make your way prosperous, and then you will have good success.  
Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:8-9
The couch sank beneath the weight of burden’s too great. My eyes bore holes into the carpet. The only thing keeping this body upright was in knowing that people were counting on me to follow through on a project that felt impossible to complete.


Too much. Too hard. Too many things to do. Nope. Wasn’t happening.

I turned on my iPad and opened my First 5 App for my quiet time.

The picture that emerged stole my breath; it’s words brought a flood of tears to my eyes.

“OUR GOD is the God of the IMPOSSIBLE.”

And the title of the devotion for the day?


Did I just read that correctly? I blinked back the tears. You know as well as I do this was no accident. God was speaking and I chose to listen.

“In the midst of the battle, Joshua asked God to intervene and do the impossible…the inconceivable.”

My eyes read that sentence again and again. I knew God was asking me to entrust Him with this task.

I continued to read about Joshua and how he conquered in battle because he chose to trust God. He also prayed one of the most God-sized prayers you’ll ever read:

“Sun, stand still over Gibeon, and you, moon, over the valley of Aijalon” (Joshua 10:12). God not only heard Joshua’s prayer, He answered it.

Our God―the God of the impossible.

“Scripture says of God: “Ah, Sovereign LORD, you have made the heavens and the earth by your great power and outstretched arm. Nothing is too hard for you” (Jeremiah 32:17).

Prayer is a powerful privilege because it’s the arena where our faith intersects with God’s abilities. We pray in the natural, trusting God for the supernatural. We pray standing on what we believe about God, not simply on facts we know about God. This believing, this trusting, comes when our head knowledge travels to our heart and moves us to believe in God as our Creator and our Father who knows us and loves us deeply.

It’s believing so strongly in who God says He is that we will commit our lives to Him and believe Him for even the impossible.”  ~Wendy Blight¹
Prayer —
the most
by the
prince of darkness
us to
Prince of Peace
pleasingly promises
period, pinnacle and
of our life.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
All Rights Reserved

I closed my eyes and prayed for God to do the impossible that day. I prayed the whole armor of God to protect me and to keep me safe from the enemy’s attacks. One of the pieces of armor is “having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace” (Ephesians 6:15).  After praying for God to do this impossible task for me, and praying for protection,  I felt a peace I have not felt in years. I spent the rest of the day, and the next, feeling everyone’s prayers for me and resting in this peace as I finished the task I once thought impossible.

God truly is the God of the impossible. Jesus is truly The Prince of Peace. The Holy Spirit truly is God’s Comfort and Presence.  
From My Heart to Yours,

¹First 5 App: Praying God-Sized Prayers by Wendy Blight


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