You Are My Bridge
“You know when you’re in a car, and its pouring rain, and suddenly you go under a bridge and everything stops. Everything goes silent and it’s almost peaceful. Then, you finally get out from under the bridge and everything seems to hit you a little harder. You were my bridge.”
I saw this post on tumblr the other day. It seemed to really resonate with me. How someone can become your shelter. How someone can become the place you run to when you’re getting pelted with rain and life is coming at you too hard. And when you leave them every hurtful thing seems to come back so quickly and hit you so much harder. Then I thought to myself, God is like that.
God is our shelter. He is the place I run to when life is coming at me too hard and I’m getting pelted with rain. God is our safe place. He is our bridge.
We can run to Him to escape the rain, to escape the hurt, and He will give us shelter.
When we are feeling overwhelmed, underappreciated, unwanted, or exhausted, we can run to Him and He will shelter us and heal us. He will turn the rain from something harmful into something beautiful. If we let Him He becomes the ultimate relief. The trick is staying under the bridge when everything seems to will you forward and away from the bridge. The trick is staying in God’s will and by God’s side when everything seems to will you forward and away from Him.
The bridge never moves, God never moves, but we do.
We move out from shelter into the harsh world that seems to hit us just that much harder. Lucky for us though, we can always turn back into shelter. We can turn and run as fast as we can back into the arms of our Savior, and back under the bridge.
Isaiah 4:5–6 “Then God will bring back the ancient pillar of cloud by day and the pillar of fire by night and mark Mount Zion and everyone in it with his glorious presence, his immense, protective presence, shade from the burning sun and shelter from the driving rain,” (MSG).