Life like a wooden bridge
If I reveal my most inner thoughts, I may feel very exposed. There is a saying that goes: ‘Everyone holds a secret of their own’, but what I will reveal now shouldn’t be classified as a secret. It should be respected and given many thoughts to because… it is how I see life.
Life is like a wooden bridge, different lengths for each individual, yet it is only one bridge, with everyone walking together. The wooden bridge is shaky for all but firm at times. The instability of the bridge represents the frailty of our lives, and the crowded walk symbolizes to the fragility of our identity. We take a step forward each day, every time we experience something new. At times, there may be missing planks and we may fall through. This is when, in our lives, we met with failure, disappointment, unable to move forward… In our Christian lives, God is not only at the end of the bridge waiting for us with open arms, He is with us every move we make. He guides us through the right path, and in this case, He helps us to avoid the missing floorboards or uneven holes so we could steer clear of being stuck. Even when we do fall, there are always dangling ropes to pull us back on track. This is us climbing back up after a heavy downfall. Keep praying, keep believing…
Holy, holy Lord of lights Holy, holy God of might
[We lift our hearts and sing, praises to the king.]
Holy, holy are your ways Worthy, worthy to be praised
[We lift our hearts and sing, praises to the king.]
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee, how great thou art…
Life is like a wooden bridge…
Good one!
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