Tattered Bridge

My life feels like an old, tattered bridge. I stand in the gap for others to pass and to make it, but as I do, people walk over me, run over me, jump on me, hold on to me, and abuse me. Just like an old tattered bridge, I serve my purpose, yet people take my purpose for granted. 

I have some boards missing, from people jumping in the same spot too many times. They creak under the pressure of holding someone else's weight, the load is heavy, however, I'm strong enough to let them pass. Sometimes I surprise myself at the strength that comes when it's really needed despite the feeling of wanting to give in. 

Pretty soon, nobody comes along to cross, no company, I have no reason or purpose, other than to stand still and wait. All is quiet and lonely. The bridge has run it's course, it's time to throw in the towel, give up, and make room for a new bridge to be built to take my place.

That's when the special someone with crafty hands, humble heart, and wider vision comes along....

A pound here, a pound there, a twist here and a twist there....

What's this, new twine to hold me together? A new board for a renewed strength, a new rope for stronger support to hold me up? What is going on?

Is it true, can it be,

is it possible... to rebuild me.....

Thank you Jesus....for being the carpenter that this old tattered bridge needed.

Thankfully,

The Sruggle Of A Woman