Monday, August 28, 2017


by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges 

I know that my redeemer lives,
    and that in the end he will stand on the earth.
And after my skin has been destroyed,
    yet in my flesh I will see God;
I myself will see him
    with my own eyes—I, and not another.
    How my heart yearns within me!
Job 19:25-27

Where Are You Lord?

Where is God when all around me feels like sinking sand?
Is He in the trees or the wind?
Is He in the wringing of my hands?
Trust is something I have learned I am not sure I understand.
Forty years of walking with Him, faith is measured in an hourglass.
Thinking I knew who He was, who He is, but finding
it’s not as easy as I once thought in this faith journey winding
around bends and hills and darkest days, through foggy nights
this does not seem like my life.
There must be something I am doing wrong
something missing, where’s the puzzle piece, where did it fall?
Everything feels messed up, unsettled, shifting, unstable
my heart is melting into an agonizing puddle.
Depression could be a misery but this, this not knowing
not understanding, feeling by hands and feet in dark shadows
is so much deeper, harder, than even a flashlights focus.
I want to know how to trust like the others do
the ones who are so close to God their breath speaks only truth
their faith is unshakable, solid, in and on the Rock
when did my faith become a stumbling block?
I cannot compare myself with Job
I have not lost it all and I still have hope
I know, that I know, that I know my Redeemer lives
that is the promise I am living with.
I do not know what is causing my downcast soul
searched through every crevice, every corner, every hole
but no answers seem to find a place in my dustpan
cowering in a corner would be rather useless.
So I lift my eyes unto the hills, to the sky, to the banner
the one over me with His name written in red
the one that calls me His own and tells me I’m His
and I remain under His umbrella, resting ‘neath His wing
until the day comes when He calls me out
shedding my fears, casting away my doubts
I’ll be on the mountaintop arms outspread so wide
drinking in the offering His love has supplied.
For now, I bow my head and cry
just for a little while until this weakened spirit dies
surrendering to the truth that He who is faithful provides
I regain my strength through the joy of my Lord on high.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©24 August 2017
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Dear Lord, sometimes I fail to see You in the midst of what I am going through. I forget to ask You to be present with me. My thoughts become cloudy and dark and I cannot seem to make any sense of what is going on. I have built the outer walls of a puzzle and worked in all of the pieces except this last one which I cannot find anywhere. I have looked all over the table, within the box, and on the floor but I cannot find this one last jigsaw piece. And life feels uncertain.

Unfortunately in all of my looking for this identity, I have forgotten that I need to focus on You instead of this one little piece. I have forgotten to seek You first.

Oh Lord, help us to seek You and only You. To find ourselves in You. As the song says, “I was that missing piece of the puzzle. It pleased Him so He breathed His breath in me. Created by His hand to fit the master plan. I was that piece that made it all complete.”* 

Help us Lord to remember You made us and we are Yours. No matter what we may feel or experience today, we can rest knowing that we are complete in You.

From My Heart to Yours,

Scriptures from ©NIV,

*© “Puzzles” by Dottie Rambo and David Huntsinger, Down by the Creek Bank, 1978.

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Monday, August 21, 2017


by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges 

I called on the Lord in distress;
The Lord answered me and set me in a broad place.
Psalm 118:5

Jesus beckons me
“Come My little one,”
crawl into My lap
sleep in peace and quiet rest.

Jesus beckons me
“Trust in Me today,”
let Me have your cares
bask in My presence and grace.

Jesus beckons me
“Listen to My voice,”
hear every word I say
in this you’ll make the right choice.

Jesus beckons me
“Come sit upon My knee,”
I’ll teach you what you need
wisdom only comes in understanding.

Jesus beckons me
“Be still and know Me,”
I am God your father
it’s time to trust and believe.

Jesus beckons me once more
“Come and rest My dear one,”
there’s no need to fear
My love is ever near, right here,


~Marcell Warner Bridges
©20 August 2017
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I’m okay. Really, I am.

I know I’ve been quiet. Maybe, too quiet. Not the person you are used to me being. But, I promise you, I am okay.

Thank you for caring so much. Sometimes a person just needs to be quiet. Sometimes the contemplative side rears its head for awhile. And I need you to know, it’s not that there’s a problem; I just need some time away. Time to think. Ponder. Reflect.

Sometimes a person just needs her Lord.

The last few weeks have left me reeling. One thing after another has done me in. I cannot tell you what I am thinking because my mind is jumbled with many, many things. I think I’m coming upon some answers, some decisions, and soon I will give them.

I really don’t expect to come out of this the same as I was before. But I do believe God is doing a work and things will be much better than I can even imagine at this time.

Your prayers are felt and so appreciated. You have given me the truest and most precious gift with your prayers. Thank you for caring, for loving me, and for listening when I have needed an ear or a shoulder. 

Maybe Jesus is beckoning you to come to Him too? To sit with Him awhile and be quiet. Not talking, just listening. If He is, I hope you will lay down whatever you are doing and find a quiet spot with Him today. 

From My Heart to Yours,

Monday, August 14, 2017


by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges 

I would have lost heart, unless I had believed
That I would see the goodness of the Lord
In the land of the living.
Wait on the Lord;
Be of good courage,
And He shall strengthen your heart;
Wait, I say, on the Lord!
Psalm 27:13,14

I lay in my bed with tears upon my face. Thoughts of hatred on my lips as my thoughts sank deeper and deeper into a pit of sorrow.

Words of hatred at myself—condemning me for all the things I had done to deserve this new diagnosis. Once again, I cried out to God, “I don’t want to be a member of this club!”

It’s been almost a year since I found out I had had a stroke. Deep inside my brain, it is small, not leaving any affects upon my life. In fact, had I not gone to have a CT Scan done for a different problem, they would not have found this for awhile. It’s been quite a shock to me—to my system. Yet, even in its smallness, it is so large in my mind I cannot seem to fathom this diagnosis.

I have asked all of the usual questions: what, where, how, why, and when. But on this particular day for some reason the words of my neurologist from that morning exploded into a new depth—a new dimension—of unrest within me. “Though we found it incidentally, a stroke is a stroke, and we must do everything we can to prevent another one. Because who knows if the next one might be larger and do damage.” Thus began my loathing and “cursing” at myself.

Oh faithless child
where is your trust in God?
You whine and cry
when will you seek His love?
Burdens will come
some greater than you can endure
temptations will knock
there’s always escape through an open door.
Life may not be
all that you hoped and dreamed
but there is an answer
to even the most troubling of things.

Oh faithless child
quit your doubting today
turn your eyes upon Jesus
remember His goodness and grace.
Sorrow comes for a night
but there’ll be dancing in the morning
when you praise God
with thankful remembrance of His glory.

Oh child of faith, take heart!
Remember this most special part
God has never abandoned you
He’s always been faithful through and through.
There is nothing so big or so small
take it to the Lord, give it all,
trust in His mighty hand
He loves you more
than you’ll ever be able to comprehend.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©13 August 2017
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As I lay there settling down from my tirade I picked up my iPad to do my devotions for the day. But even before I opened my First5 app my heart suddenly said, “Think on the things you know to be true. Remember who God is.” 

My heart began to release as my mind remembered the goodness of God. His faithfulness. His sovereignty. His love for me.

Then I opened my devotion. We are studying the book of Job and that day we were on chapter 10. Job was no stranger to suffering. And if anyone had reason to complain it would be him. In fact he says, “I will give free course to my complaint.” And boy did he! Yet, within his complaining and loathing he acknowledged who God is and His sovereignty.

And as my heart gave thanks to God for who He is, it also gave thanks to God for never forsaking me and being faithful to me know matter what I may be going through.

From My Heart to Yours,

Monday, August 7, 2017


by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges 

He tried to see who Jesus was. But Zacchaeus was a small man, and he couldn’t see Jesus because of the crowd. So Zacchaeus ran ahead and climbed a fig tree to see Jesus, who was coming that way.  
Luke 19:3-4

I’m just a little nothin’
a speck upon the earth
invisible and slighted
not really much of worth.
So why would God care
about someone as little as me
when there’s so many people
who are more important to see?
Yet, He cares about the sparrow
and He cares about the ant
but He cares much more for hearts
that He created by His hands.
Just because I’m little
doesn’t make me insignificant
He wants to be with me
more than any teeny tiny ant.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©6 August 2017
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He was so excited. Jesus was coming to his town. And he desperately wanted to see Jesus.

There was just this one little problem. He was too short.

As the crowds pressed in around Jesus, Zacchaeus tried his hardest to see. He jumped up and down. He tried to push through. He tried peeking around people. But to no avail. He was just too short.

Then he had an idea! Zacchaeus saw a Sycamore tree up ahead. So he climbed up the tree, found a good sturdy branch, and watched as Jesus came closer and closer.

I think Zacchaeus might have been happy just to watch Jesus as He walked by the tree. But wait! What’s happening?

When Jesus came to the tree, he looked up and said, 
“Zacchaeus, come down! I must stay at your house today.” 
Luke 19:5

Can you imagine how fast Zacchaeus came down from that tree?

We all know this story about how Zacchaeus was not liked because he was a tax collector and then how he came to salvation. But I want to focus on this: Jesus didn’t care that Zacchaeus was short.  Jesus wanted Zacchaeus to know He cares about him. He sees him. He hears him. He is not invisible to Him.

Are you feeling a bit lonely today? Are you feeling a bit left out? Do you feel as if nobody sees you or hears you?

Take heart dear friend. God sees you. He knows you. You are not invisible to Him.

No matter if you are short or tall Jesus loves you and He wants to come to your home today too.

And if you need to, get up high in a Sycamore tree and see if you can find a better view of where you’re at and where you need to go.

From My Heart to Yours,

Marcie Bridges

*Some content excerpted from my blog post over at Moments with Marcie
**Scriptures taken from ©God’s Word Translation (GW) at

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