The Dream Bridge

“The Dream Bridge”- My safe place.

A safe place is a haven with shelter from heaven that brings a rainstorm of healing oil and balm for the broken-hearted.

Many times I’ve had to ring the emergency line to God through teary eyed prayers, but He’s always come through.

In fact, He was already waiting, where I was headed to both freak out and take refuge.

He wasn’t surprised at my desperate scramble towards peace, nor did He simply watch me with the dead eyes of a soulless mannequin.

The place for me that serves as my “happy spot” is what I’ve affectionately deemed the “Dream Bridge”.

For decades now, I’ve sauntered out here during times of both greatest joy and harshest despair.

Its quiet forests and flowing brooks have borne silent witness to smiles, frowns, cries, laughter and even screams that punctured its reflective and nonjudgmental skies.

It’s where I’ve processed the death of relationships, close friends, hopes and wistful dreams under its dreamy blue blanket skies, where the trees reach up to God.

It’s where I’ve also processed the birth of renewed purpose, where dirty and skinned knees of defeat dare to turn into a spirited gallop of defiant faith, along our often painfully slow crawl to the finish line of life’s seasonal journies.

The “Dream Bridge” has unflinchingly watched me through all seasons of life, through my fragmented splinters of mercurial moods and alongside life’s sometimes punishing barrage of years, but ultimately I am safe there, because it is my place of rest, and most importantly, it serves as God’s launching pad for restoration.

It’s my much needful Elijah nap and snack time oasis.

He hears every prayer there, and while He has answered every one of them, I have accepted that His weaved tapestry of my life, is perfectly tailored to His divine plans, and that everything will ultimately compose a song of eternal beauty and breathless grace.

The “Dream Bridge” is my safe place.

What is yours?