by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges
βThen your light shall break forth like the
morning,
Your healing shall spring forth speedily,
And your righteousness shall go before you;
The glory of the Lord shall be
your rear guard.β
morning,
Your healing shall spring forth speedily,
And your righteousness shall go before you;
The glory of the Lord shall be
your rear guard.β
Isaiah 58:8
Burnt-orange stained the hillsides and pathways. I wanted tostop. Take it in. Breathe it deeply. Take a picture. But, other demands called
my attention.
I drank in the beauty; mesmerized by its spilling out; determined
to keep the glow imprinted on my retinas for as long as I could. And maybe
stamping it to my irises would emblaze the message into my soul as well.
to keep the glow imprinted on my retinas for as long as I could. And maybe
stamping it to my irises would emblaze the message into my soul as well.
The ride back home broke the spell but only for a moments
disappointment as a heather grey sky blended with a golden layer of clouds.
Like the horizon and the ocean meeting, kissing each other in greeting so did the
grey embrace the now goldenrod glory in the distance.
disappointment as a heather grey sky blended with a golden layer of clouds.
Like the horizon and the ocean meeting, kissing each other in greeting so did the
grey embrace the now goldenrod glory in the distance.
My mind wandered to a long ago story. The morning sunrise
must have been the most spectacular of all sunrises as it broke communion with
the darkness of death. Death that took life, now gives life in the new dawnβa
promise of life more abundant. And as the dawn woke the earth the breaking of
stone, shuttering of ground, brought forth life from a tomb that cradled His
Beloved for only a moment.
must have been the most spectacular of all sunrises as it broke communion with
the darkness of death. Death that took life, now gives life in the new dawnβa
promise of life more abundant. And as the dawn woke the earth the breaking of
stone, shuttering of ground, brought forth life from a tomb that cradled His
Beloved for only a moment.
His brokenness became a spilling out of love, grace and
mercy.
mercy.
If I could just spill out myself, empty my heart, I could
become who He truly wants me to be. I think. Each morning brings life from the
death of night. Spilling willingly upon the deepest cracks it can find. Every
morning, because it glories in the Father of Lights, the sky paints the words,
βI love you. Come and live.β And I can either stay in my broken death or I can
willingly spill myself intoβontoβothers.
become who He truly wants me to be. I think. Each morning brings life from the
death of night. Spilling willingly upon the deepest cracks it can find. Every
morning, because it glories in the Father of Lights, the sky paints the words,
βI love you. Come and live.β And I can either stay in my broken death or I can
willingly spill myself intoβontoβothers.
Willingly offer my heart to the One who brushes love across
the horizon. His mercies new every. single. morning.
the horizon. His mercies new every. single. morning.
Iβve cheated death too many times not to realize each new
day brings new life, new breath, and second β¦ third β¦ fourth β¦ thousands of second
chances. What do I do with them but throw them back in the face of His love?
How can I be free when every day I spend my time wasted on broken things
instead of offering myself to His resurrected grace?
day brings new life, new breath, and second β¦ third β¦ fourth β¦ thousands of second
chances. What do I do with them but throw them back in the face of His love?
How can I be free when every day I spend my time wasted on broken things
instead of offering myself to His resurrected grace?
And what becomes of these babbling thoughtsβwhat can I do
with the message this burnt-orange blaze has wrought? Is there really meaning
here or am I writing nonsense no one will understand?
with the message this burnt-orange blaze has wrought? Is there really meaning
here or am I writing nonsense no one will understand?
But I close my eyes and rememberβ¦
When morning guilds the skies
My heart and my soul cries
In awe of the wonder of life
Death is overcome by His Light.
And I cannot keep in or contain
The fire Your breathe became
Mercies new every day
Become chances I need to embrace.
When
morning guilds the skies
morning guilds the skies
Breaking communion with darkest night
Second chances, mercies gift
And I cannot breathe
mezmerized by Your
love for me.
love for me.
~Marcell Warner Bridges
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Dear Friend, I don’t know what you are facing today but I pray you know within the pit of your soul that you are going to heaven. Oh! Accepting God’s love and offer of salvation is not just so we can go to heaven but so much more! Life here on earth, with all of its ups and downs, heartaches and joy, is so much better when we breathe God’s love into our lungs every day. I hope every time you see a sunrise or a sunset you will think about God’s mercies in the morning that will keep you through the day and God’s gift of grace that brings you to the end of it. Every. Single. Day.
From My Heart to Yours,
Marcie
Beautiful, Marcie. Your words touched my heart and soul today.
Blessings!
Oh I'm so glad! Thank you Martha! π
Your beautiful words spoke to my heart about how many things I get too busy to let sink in, to seek how God would use them. Thank you!
God sure does know how to paint pictures and speak to us at just the right time, doesn't He? π
It's always a joy to read your writing! It's refreshing like a spring day. And on this dreary, wet morning, you brought me a bit of sunshine! I truly mean that, Marcie π
Beckie, bless your heart. Thank you so much. What wonderful encouragement. π
Marcie, this is so beautiful. Thank you for the reminder that His mercies are new every morning. What a wonderful God π