by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges 

Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me!
For my soul trusts in You;
And in the shadow of Your wings I will make my refuge,
Until these calamities have passed by.
Psalm 57:1

The sky grew dark and heavy. Air so still I could barely breathe. My lungs filled with dry heaves as I squatted in the grass.

Thunder rolled and lightning flashed as clouds formed funnels. Twin tornadoes emerged, whirling and twirling across the land right toward me.

My twelve year old mind could not understand, fathom, what was being played out in front of my eyes.

Stark terror enveloped me as the tornadoes roared around the pasture. Then suddenly they barreled in a circle and tore the roof off of a … what? What is that? A barn? A house? No, it looked like a steeple.

Trembling I stood up, tears flowing down my cheeks, watching as the steeple rose high into the air tumbling across the sky. The next instant I lay on the ground, hands covering my head, as the steeple dropped, exploding into a nuclear cloud.

I couldn’t breathe. I was paralyzed in fear.

Music began playing and I woke up (yes, it was a just a dream) to a cloudy day feeling deep within me something was eerily wrong. Later that same day my phone would ring with news sudden and unexpected.

Life had just exploded like that steeple.

Broken, He walked up Calvary’s mountain
Nailed to a tree for you and for me.

How can I ever be a life-giving fountain
Like the blood that He shed over eternity?
There in the midst of blood and water mingled
Tears shed that only come from love incomprehensible.
“Do you love Me?” the question pierces deep
Cutting veins too thick from years of hardening.
Bitterness had formed, blinded eyes can’t see
The wealth of love that could save if I give willingly.
Help the poor, feed the needy, share myself,

give forgiveness ― Heaven help me!
Take up my cross for others daily
This is love that breaks the soul freely.

His eyes find mine and I cannot look away
The pain that I feel is felt deeper in His veins
I lift my hands up to worship and praise
This is the place where healing begins today.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©22 January 2017
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I’m sad. I’m not depressed, but I am sad. Sad at such destruction taking place with loved ones near to my heart. But even in the sadness, I believe in a hill called Mount Calvary. The place of ultimate redemption. I believe in a God who can redeem the deepest of pits and make them cisterns of living water. 


Whatever God may have for such a situation, I trust that He has this all in His hands and in His ever beautiful timing, He makes all things new. Healing will come.


I pray that whatever torndaoes come your way this week you will trust God and let Him bring you through it. Keep your eyes fixed on His cross, His salvation, for His redemption draws nigh.
From My Heart to Yours,

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