Bridge.

I feel like I have been resting this day on a bridge. It is the bridge in which I rest my head on its support. I can see the river below. I can also see the one side of the bridge leads to the still pastures promised in Psalm 23, while the other side a reminder of the bothered remnants of a palace created without the Master’s hand. It is good to see hope, but better to be in it.

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