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The Bridge


THE BRIDGE

 

The Bridge

 

I recently had a strange and wonderful dream.

I dreamt that I was driving down an old black top

 road one warm summer evening.It was a fine night

 and with a sky full of stars to light my way, I was contemplating

 to myself how majestic God’s universe really was.

 

With the windows rolled down and a gentle breeze to cool the

 evening hours, I came to a rather large hill on the blacktop road.

 As I proceeded down the hill, my headlights revealed that I was

 quickly approaching an old iron bridge with another hillside just

 beyond it. As I neared the bridge, the whole countryside suddenly

 came aglow with the most beautiful radiant light.

 

I stopped my car in front of the bridge and got out to take a look.

 The descending light had transformed the entire hillside

 into a threshold of unparalleled beauty. God was there in all

His glory and I could feel His loving spirit encompass my soul.

I stood in the presence of our Father and although I could not see

 His face, I could feel His spirit penetrate my very being.

 

He spoke to me through the stillness of the night and I felt the

 compelling force of His Spirit beckon unto me to cross over to

 the other side. I was so overcome by such a profound sense of

joy and peace that I had no desire to walk back to my car and

return home. I do not know why I dreamt this particular dream

or what significance it may have had but I do know one thing,

 “God was on the other side of that bridge and I was ready to

 cross over.” I now have a new perspective on life and the fear

 of death has lost its grip on me.

 

Author/Written By:
Marilyn Ferguson

 ©1999

 

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Music "As The Deer"

St. Edward's Church

 

 

 

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