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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Monday, April 10, 2017


by Marcie Bridges

But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
We have turned, every one, to his own way;
And the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
Isaiah 53:5-6


We walked with him
and talked with him
even dined at his right hand;
we stood in awe
at the miracles we saw
trying so hard to understand.
He spoke like a prophet
yet so humble and kind
he taught us the Scriptures
even seemed to read our minds.

But now here we stand
at the foot of a cross
our master, our teacher
feeling such grief and loss
as he hangs in the balance
between heaven and hell
is this what he kept trying to tell?

Crucified. Why? What did he do?
Days ago the crowds shouted,
“Hosanna to our king!”
Now they mock him
stripping off his dignity.

Here I stand weeping
over the death of my master
and the choices I made
that lead to this disaster.
If I hadn’t denied him
maybe then he’d be free
instead there he hangs
all because of me.
I wonder now what will happen
how can I live
knowing I nailed him
to that tree with my sins?

My knees they have buckled
I can stand no longer
but somehow kneeling in his shadow
my heart begins to feel stronger.
Daring to peek into his face
he looks down at me with the tenderest gaze

in that moment of dark sadness
before his last breath
I knew deep inside of my breast
forgiveness I’ve never known could exist.

Just as they pull a spear from his side
tears gush forth washing me of my pride;
his blood pours forth onto the ground
trickles its way to where I kneel down.
Not sure I can explain it
Not sure I will ever understand how
but that blood beneath me
has brought peace to me now.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©9 April 2017
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"For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whosoever believes in Him, will not perish but have everlasting life." John 3:16

From My Heart to Yours,

 Days ago they shouted,"Hosanna to our King!" now He's crucified hung on a tree

 I knew deep inside of my breast forgiveness I've never known could exist

Monday, April 3, 2017


by Marcie Bridges

I am the rose of Sharon,
And the lily of the valleys.
Song of Solomon 2:1

As offering plates were being passed my gaze wandered over to the flower arrangement on the communion table.

A table symbolizing Jesus’ body and blood. A table representing a time to remember Him. To dine with Him.

On top of the table sits an arrangement of beautiful flowers. My eyes lingered on the lily.

“He’s the Lily of the Valley, the bright and morning sun. He’s the fairest of ten thousands to my soul,” my heart sang. I picked up the hymnal in front of me and sought out the song. My eyes misted over reading about Jesus’s pure love for me . . . “I have found a friend in Jesus, He’s everything to me”. . . ¹

The words rooted deep into my being. I clung to them. I came home and Googled about lily of the valley to find out they are one of the most fragrant of flowers on earth. Their dainty bells bend over creating a shadow upon the fertile soil underneath it.

I pictured Jesus standing in a garden outside the tomb that morning among lilies white their perfume wrapping around Him. And as His hands reached out to me, that fragrance floated on the breeze and embraced me with the shadow of His love.


Fragrant perfume like none I’d ever known
wafted gently upon the breeze of my soul
gentle to the senses, lovely to the bones
leading me to my heavenly home.

I wandered through His garden so sweet
following the path among the dainty lilies
in the distance, my ear caught the sound
rain gently flowing along the ground.

The lilies they bend toward the floor
bowing their heads to the One they adore
worshiping His crucified form
ornamenting His body with their perfume pure.

He stands in the garden in rays of glorious light
arrayed in a splendour of holy white
beckoning with His nail scarred hands
to come and dine with Him.

Jesus,  Lily of the Valley a most precious gift
sent from God on high to live in us.
Redeeming white as snow our hearts that sin
may we like the lily bow our heads and hearts to Him.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©2 April 2017
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Jesus is my Everything. Not just my Savior. Not just my Lord. 
Not just my friend.

My Everything.

Is He yours too?
From My Heart to Yours,

¹The Lily of the Valley. Words by Charles W. Fry, 1881. Music by William S. Hayes.

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