Monday, February 27, 2017


by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges

“casting all your anxieties on him, 
because he cares for you.”
1 Peter 5:7

The problem with being a natural-born giver is the loneliness that eventually comes with it. At some point the giver realizing, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you,” becomes more of a mantra than a way of life. Because this type of person gives and gives with no thought for themselves; rather, to be a gift to everyone no matter what they can offer in return.

And this is the heart of it. Too many are never aware that they don’t even return at all. This giver of heart and soul finally sees it: there are few others in this world like her.

There was a man who stopped and helped another man who had been robbed, beaten, and left for dead. He didn’t have to do it. In fact, two other men had passed right by him shying away—too scared to get involved. However, this man, with no thought for his own safety or for himself at all, wrapped love around the torn up body. He took this man to the nearest inn and paid for his shelter, food, and care. This man was willing to be Jesus with skin on to a stranger.**

Another man gave the ultimate gift. His broken body and shed blood made a way for our redemption. 

I wonder why we accept His gift but then throw it away?

Letting our worries and fears break open, spilling out and running in rivulet’s down our days and weeks when we could let Jesus be a gift to us. He longs to be. He holds out His arms waiting for us to fall into them but instead we back away afraid. Afraid He won’t be enough to take care of whatever is shattering our world that day.

You keep pushing me away
Telling me you're okay
Not letting me inside your pain
Because I already have
Too much on my plate.
You think by not sharing your hurt
You're doing me a favor
No matter how loud I shout
You will not hear me out.
I want, no, long to hear it all
Every scribble of ugly thought
Each piercing wail you scream
I wish you'd pour out on me.
“That's what I'm here for,” I say.
You nod your head like
You know it but you aren't swayed
And you tuck your head

Words, thoughts, feelings left unsaid
My own heart quietly breaks
Like the day I died centuries ago
When I bore your every load
How can you accept my gift so free
Then never turn to me
In your hour of need?
I'm great at reading between the lines
Seeing the mask of your lies
When will you take time to realize
Nothing ever takes me by surprise?
Just one final word for you dear friend
I'm with you ‘til the very end
Many people will come and go
But you can trust me to walk with you
And shoulder your every heavy load
If you'll let me.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©22, February 2017
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Ann Voskamp explained to us in The Broken Way*** Bible study that the word “interrupt” in the original language means to “break into”.  Some of us long for you to interrupt, break into,  our day so we can gift you with a shoulder to lean on, a hug, a laugh, someone to pray with you, or whatever you may be needing.

But we can’t be the gift unless you let us in. Neither beloved, can Jesus gift you with His peace, unless you let Him in.  

From My Heart to Yours,

*ESV translation
**Luke 10:29-37

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Monday, February 20, 2017


by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges

All creation is eagerly waiting for God to reveal who his children are.
Romans 8:19*

The fluorescent light in the bathroom has been on the brink of extinguishing for weeks now. Today it finally gave way to death. Death of energy. Death of electricity. Death of a spark to ignite the light.

Today it is a deathly, suffocating darkness in that small room. There is not a window in it to give even a speck of light. The darkness consumes my inner being causing me to gasp in its pitched thick blackness.

A lamp is turned on. A small, red plastic, battery-powered emergency lamp. The bathroom is now lit, however dimly, with one small beacon of reassurance. I look around at the shapes and shadows realizing that in this inky darkness all stains and cracks are hidden.

Until even the smallest light begins to fill this empty cavern spilling truth into my heart: even in the darkness God still sees. He still knows.

My hands find the faucet where water gushes forth to cleanse me of my filth. Water that pours out the blessing. His water, from His side, poured and spilled out with His blood—cleansing, refreshing, renewing.

“It is finished!” He’d cried. The sky so black I’m sure I would have suffocated; trapped in the breathless, still, silence of that moment.

But only a few would stay. Only a few would mourn—staying in that darkness—stunned. Silent. Angry. Hurt. Why, if He was God, didn’t He stop this? Why did He let them kill Him? What was the past 3 years for then? Did we follow blindly a man who truly had no power to save and to heal?

As the light of dawn spilled onto the earth a stone rolls away. No longer is the tomb embedded with death but the bursting forth of glorious light!

A new bulb is in place and everything looks as it should once again with one exception: for weeks the old light had cast a dim glow upon its surroundings. The true colors of the room could not be seen but now in the presence of the new bulb, I see everything clearer. A rich, clean light.

And I wonder if that is what this life truly is. Only a dim reflection of who I really am in Christ until I reach Heaven. A new light. Where I will see with unmasked, unveiled heart (and eyes) the Light of the World in all His glory

Fix your eyes on Jesus
look fully in His glorious face.
The things of this life that haunt you
will wonderfully, suddenly fade.
Heaven will break open in splendor
the clouds will rush away
and all darkness of suffocation will vanish
in the pure light of His amazing grace.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©February 2017
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From My Heart to Yours,

*God’s Word Translation - GW


Monday, February 13, 2017


by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges 

Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, 
rivers of living water will flow from within them. 
John 7:38 

Brilliant orange, pink and purple burst forth across the ridge of the mountain tops. I had to stop. I had to drink it in. Either that, or I was going to crash my car. It was absolutely the most breath-taking sunset I’ve witnessed in a long time.

I fumbled with my cell phone and took pictures. Then I grabbed my Nikon camera from its case and shot more pictures.

The moon, too, was large and full with a soft yellow ring around it. On one hand, it soothed my soul and on the other, I shook a little at its eerieness as clouds scattered across its face. I took picture after picture of the moon (but none of them turned out well so I deleted them).

But I just couldn’t get enough of either sight. Bold, beautiful, stunning, marvelous. How I wish I could paint the vision for you with my words.

If love is a river
Then I want to be
Swept away by the current
Of your love for me.

If love is an ocean
Then I want to ride
On the waves
That bring in faith's great tides.

If love is a valley

Then I want to rest
In the bosom
Of shadows sweet peace.

If love is a mountain
Then I want to scale
To new heights
Higher than fear can reach.

If love is a waterfall
Then I want to bask
In the delight of
Your glory in rainbows promise.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©18 June 2015
Revised: ®12 February 2017

And I want to love God like I loved that mesmerizing sunset. I want His Spirit to flow through me like a river flows into the ocean. I want to live so close to God that His love will flow from me to all who are near me.

But how do I do that?

According to John 7:38 I must believe. Believe in Jesus. But not just believe with my head. No, I must believe with my heart as well. And when I believe, trust in Him, then His Spirit will flow through me like springs of living water.

And when His living water flows through me, then I no longer feel so dry and thirsty in my soul.

I pray that this week we will each long so hard after God that His Spirit and love will flow through us so much everyone will truly know God lives within us without even asking. 

From My Heart to Yours,

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Monday, February 6, 2017


by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges

O God, You are my God; Early will I seek You; My soul thirsts for You; My flesh longs for You
In a dry and thirsty land Where there is no water. So I have looked for You in the sanctuary, To see Your power and Your glory. Because Your lovingkindness is better than life, My lips shall praise You. Thus I will bless You while I live; I will lift up my hands in Your name. My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness, And my mouth shall praise You with joyful lips.
Psalms 63:1-5


I have written and rewritten the first line of this blog post at least five times now. Maybe more. I cannot seem to come up with a single thing to add to this poetic piece.

I have prayed. I have sought the Lord. I have pleaded. 


But He seems to be a bit silent tonight. And I wonder if I have done something to quiet the Holy Spirit within me.

I realized that even though I have had a quiet time every day this week, I have not felt satisfied.

I asked from You for days
to spend time basking in Your grace
not doing any tasks or errands
just sitting inside Your Presence.

Worshiping in prayerful adoration
Reading Your words in prayerful concentration
Speaking Your words in prayerful recognition
Being still, quiet, in prayerful contemplation.

Seems life has been too busy
days filled with worried agony
longing for peaceful security
finding a need for Your constant company.

Thought maybe all of these days doing nothing
resulted in a lazy and irresponsible identity
realized the truth that sets me free
spending time with You is priority.

I asked from You for days
to spend time just basking in Your grace
slowly coming to the dawn of truth
You’ve answered my prayer each day.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
All Rights Reserved. 

Today a longing for God developed that I cannot quench. I feel so depleted — in need.

“But how can this be when I have spent time with You Lord?” I ask.

I spent time talking out loud to God in the car the other day and after a bit I said, “You know Lord, I think I’m doing too much talking. Perhaps You have something You’d like to say to me? I’ll just get quiet and listen.”

My mind tried to wander but I squelched it. I honestly needed and wanted an answer from God in a certain matter. His answer? (I kid you not. I heard this loud and clear.) “Wait...”  Stopping at a light I sat back confused. Drained. Empty.

More waiting?

Today a longing for God to fill this empty vessel moved within me. I am not sure how I got to this place of emptiness, I just know this one thing: 
When we fervently, sincerely, genuinely, honestly, openly seek God He will find us. He will satisfy us with from the springs of everlasting water only He can provide. 

From My Heart to Yours,

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