Bridges
Sunday, July 22, 2007by Sergio Mendez
Sung by Kevyn Lattau; Sung by Dianne Reeves
| I have crossed a thousand bridges In my search for something real There were great suspension bridges Made like spider webs of steel There were tiny wooden trestles There’s a bridge to tomorrow There’s a bridge made of color I can see him in the distance And I call across to tell him When the bridges is between us There’s a bridge made of color |
Angels on my mind
With so many things that could go wrong around you…
with life pressing you down…
with all the expectations and responsibilities laid on your shoulders
– you begin to look around with despair in your eyes, and hope that somehow– some way, there's a way through all the hardships you are experiencing. When a miracle of relief happens, you somehow can't help but think that an angel helped you along.
Most people will openly scoff at the idea that there are angels, and yet in their hearts hope that they are proved wrong.
For me, angels are not visible nor tangible. I am not one of the lucky ones who can see them. All I know are their works and the feeling of relief I get when I make it through a difficult time I thought I would not be able to bear. But bear it I did.
One example that comes to mind is when I was in college. I was a nursing student then and I was failing my major subjects. It was depressing. The expectations to succeed and go abroad to work in the US or UK was big. The assumption that I would do well was there. It was horrible. There were times when doubt hit me so bad that it was all I could do to get myself out of bed and socialize with my family.
But I prayed hard to get through. I prayed for the courage to tell my father how I felt. I prayed for the strength to face the shame I was failing this course. When my father told me that he understood and that he would stand by any decision I would make regarding this, I prayed for the strength to overcome the shame at being happy. Happy that I did not have to go through a course that should have been a privilege but had become a burden.
I am not a spiritual person. I am not even a prayerful person. But since that day, my thoughts are never far away from God's angels who uplifted me from a depressing time when life didn't seem worth living anymore.
