Bridges. Structures that span, that provide passage over water, a road, a chasm, or the like.
Trust. Reliance on the integrity, the strength, the ability, the surety, etc. of a person or thing; confidence.
Trust, like a bridge, is built one plank at a time. I am learning that no matter what my past has been, I thank God for each plank that has been laid on my bridge because He is my Hope, He is my Future. There have been times when I have felt I am looking at an abyss, a chasm, thinking there is no way to ever get over this obstacle, I’ll never get out of this trial. Yet, He is faithful. God is always faithful. It’s always me lacking the faith, the trust. The deeper my trouble, the louder my thanks should be!
Trust is my bridge from my past to my Eternal Future. My bridge definitely shows the wear and tear of a life well-traveled. My bridge is being built one plank at a time with Trust and Grace and Thanksgiving.