When I was a child I really didn’t like walking over bridges and if the river underneath was in flood, I was terrified. Most weekends my family walked to visit relatives and we had to cross a river. Most times I refused to walk over and my father had to carry me. I can still feel his arms round me and I always felt very safe. Well over 60 years later I still don’t like crossing bridges.
When we moved to Felixstowe we had a holiday in Deal during our first summer here. I was totally unprepared for my first view of the Dartford bridge and the way it looked as if it was just soaring up into the sky. If I could have got out of the car I would have. I couldn’t get over it quickly enough. The second time we had to cross it we were going to Whitstable and I was driving so I was able to concentrate on that instead of the long drop, but the traffic stopped when we were right at the highest point. I was not happy.
Today (Wednesday) I was driving to Colchester and thankfully the Orwell bridge didn’t have any holdups and you can’t see the river but I started to think about how our Lord came to earth and formed a bridge to heaven for us. This bridge is never closed.
Thank You Father for creating this bridge and for holding us safely in your loving arms.