tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post7729728137859899982..comments2024-01-04T09:04:59.477-08:00Comments on Pictures, Poetry & Prose: CrossingLaura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-11061846185470322162008-12-01T02:18:00.000-08:002008-12-01T02:18:00.000-08:00I didn't read all the other posts before I wrote, ...I didn't read all the other posts before I wrote, and it is interesting reading them now to see how many people wrote of faith and overcoming fearAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-57850851886465944022008-12-01T02:12:00.000-08:002008-12-01T02:12:00.000-08:00I cross the bridge tentatively, fearful of the dro...I cross the bridge tentatively, fearful of the drop below. It takes time and my heart is pounding, but I make it. And there on the other side is a beautiful, peaceful waterfall. I am the only one there, and I am so happy that I gathered the courage to cross the bridge, so that I could spend time praising God in this wonderful settingAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-28438029301859664942008-11-27T15:14:00.000-08:002008-11-27T15:14:00.000-08:00may i refer you to "see you on the other side" by ...may i refer you to "see you on the other side" by ozzy osbourne. its truly worth a listening to. and for all the NON-ozzy fans, its definitely at least worth a reading of the lyrics. they are priceless. really.justsomethoughts...https://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-11783414932894620212008-11-25T13:12:00.000-08:002008-11-25T13:12:00.000-08:00Over the bridge is somewhere you eventually know y...Over the bridge is somewhere you eventually know you have to go, and every day your will to pray that it is not today grows weaker as you tire of the fight.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-48994898951433204412008-11-25T07:08:00.000-08:002008-11-25T07:08:00.000-08:00Thanks, Rebecca, for dedicating your poem to me! A...Thanks, Rebecca, for dedicating your poem to me! All I can say is until by into after from, across against with toward on, over under around for to, behind beyond below and through!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-7388412138549825532008-11-24T17:43:00.000-08:002008-11-24T17:43:00.000-08:00Dense fog had made the journey quite tough. She s...Dense fog had made the journey quite tough. She saw the outline of the bridge from a distance but couldn't make out its detail.<BR/><BR/>With each step she took, another detail filled in.<BR/><BR/>With each step she took, she was closer to her past being past.<BR/><BR/>With each step she took, she was closer to her future being now.<BR/><BR/>And, the bridge was change.~ Denise ~https://www.blogger.com/profile/09206852795849193748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-8379885748537521882008-11-24T17:20:00.000-08:002008-11-24T17:20:00.000-08:00Wow, that photo is breathtaking!Wow, that photo is breathtaking!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-3116989650494779502008-11-24T11:51:00.000-08:002008-11-24T11:51:00.000-08:00Coming HomeHe turns the corner and seesthe last hu...Coming Home<BR/><BR/>He turns the corner and sees<BR/>the last hurdle<BR/>on the long journey<BR/>He approaches with caution<BR/>knowing what might be rushing below<BR/>not quite sure if he is ready or willing<BR/>to cross.<BR/>But cross he must for there is <BR/>No<BR/>Other<BR/>Way<BR/>And there is<BR/>No <BR/>Turning <BR/>Back<BR/>He has come so far to see<BR/>her face<BR/>again<BR/>To hell and back<BR/>The hell he put her through with his back against the wall<BR/>He came out fighting<BR/>Scared<BR/>of who he really was, of the reality she showed him<BR/>Her love forced him out of the house and out of his illusion<BR/>into the raging within and around<BR/>1,108 <BR/>The number of long nights to find himself here after<BR/>Picking himself up <BR/>Clawing his way back <BR/>Knowing that the only place he could go, would go is <BR/>Back where he came from<BR/>Back to her<BR/>What if she is no longer waiting for him on the other side?<BR/>Wouldn’t it be a<BR/>waste<BR/>to give up now?<BR/>Approaching cautiously<BR/>Stepping apprehensively<BR/>Onto the threshold as on a bridge<BR/>Crossing the chasm of his past<BR/>He makes his move<BR/>too late now to turn back to nowhere<BR/>He needs to do this now as much for<BR/>Her<BR/>as for himself<BR/>He steps up and rings the doorbell<BR/>He is<BR/>Coming home.<BR/><BR/>Erin Prais-Hintz<BR/>http://treasures-found.blogspot.comTesoriTrovatihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12771359288546654791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-73587882339629134142008-11-24T11:22:00.000-08:002008-11-24T11:22:00.000-08:00Across the bridge was a path...Down the path was a...Across the bridge was a path...<BR/>Down the path was a gate...<BR/>Through the gate was a tree...<BR/>Beyond the tree was a schoolhouse...<BR/><BR/>And in the schoolhouse was a teacher...<BR/><BR/>who was teaching prepositions.<BR/><BR/>(For Kat Wilkens)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-35267470289235880772008-11-24T10:27:00.000-08:002008-11-24T10:27:00.000-08:00Thank you for your encouraging words, Dan Felstead...Thank you for your encouraging words, Dan Felstead. They are truly appreciated. I will admit that my fear of falling/heights is true and my faith strong; but my boys are still young. This is a story that was just pulled from me when I saw the photo. Also one that carries my desire in it; I do hope to hear that each of my three boys witnessed my faith. I do hope to see them grow into faithful men someday. (oh-and they do often see me overcome fear with our Lord's hand in mine :o>).Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693495698843336789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-59712917971283930262008-11-24T10:22:00.000-08:002008-11-24T10:22:00.000-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693495698843336789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-34074006475600441772008-11-24T07:16:00.000-08:002008-11-24T07:16:00.000-08:00I love your blog & have given you an award! Co...I love your blog & have given you an award! Come & get it!Simplicityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12482413614265803924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-35605978645342328662008-11-24T06:35:00.000-08:002008-11-24T06:35:00.000-08:00Simply Heather....WOW, what a great story! Childr...Simply Heather....<BR/>WOW, what a great story! Children can be the most intuitive thinkers on the planet. How great you must have felt knowing that you made a difference in your child's life. I can't top that one.Dan Felsteadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04917775645881312007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-1085863851488268122008-11-24T05:58:00.000-08:002008-11-24T05:58:00.000-08:00As I approached the bridge, I could feel my heart ...As I approached the bridge, I could feel my heart pounding inside my chest. I take a deep breathe in and release it.<BR/><BR/>I take one step forward and ask God to give me the courage to face this fear; the fear of falling. The warmth of His love fills my being and I know that He is with me, but I still feel anxious.<BR/><BR/>I am reminded that something special awaits me on the other side; yet I don't know what it is. His Spirit says so sweetly, "Take another step". Little by little, I inch my way to the beginning of the bridge.<BR/><BR/>I reach out to the railing and firmly hold on. Step by step, inch by inch, I make my way across this bridge. Suddenly, I hear The Spirit tell me to look back. I turn around and see behind me little footprints.<BR/><BR/>An overwhelming feeling drowns my fear and everything makes sense to me at this very moment. I look down and see my son standing beside me; his big brown eyes full of excitement. He says to me, "Mommy, you did it!"<BR/><BR/>I realize the importance of this moment and what God had for me on this side of the bridge. It was a priceless gift; unmatched by any other circumstance. He clothed me in courage. The courage to trust.<BR/><BR/>It was twenty years later when I found this photo, as my son and I were rummaging through an old box. He quickly picked it up before I could. I looked at him, into those big brown eyes and he tells me something I never knew.<BR/><BR/>"Mom, I remember this day. This was the day that I learned how to trust God by watching you."Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693495698843336789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-73573947053450206922008-11-24T02:20:00.000-08:002008-11-24T02:20:00.000-08:00On the other side of the bridge I could cross are ...On the other side of the bridge I could cross are the arms of my beloved one, the special guy. It's the way to my happiness, and, although it sounds difficult to cross, it is worth crossing. I need to cross it: I need to find him, or let him find me. I need to be with him, I need to have someone to give all my love to, for it's burning my heart and it will end up harming me if I don't give it to someone. On the other side I will find the comfort of truely looking at his eyes, without having to look away from them not to give my love away. I will find the comfort of his hug, and his love for me. The comfort of his sweet voice, his funny jokes and just him. Just the comfort of him. Just the guy I'm in love with.<BR/>My only one problem is finding the bridge.Makita Jazzqueenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03945349047459142789noreply@blogger.com