Faith.

The old bridge didn't look safe.

The rickety, wooden panels lining the path looked ready to give in.

It taunted her. Its beaten-in panels staring back as if to dare her to risk walking across.

There was no way, she thought to herself. Nope. She could not cross that bridge. It would break through the minute she got to the middle.

She didn't remember it being that dilapidated. It hadn't been that long ago she crossed the bridge, or it seemed like it, she thought.

How times change, she said.

She could stay on this side. There's nothing particularly wrong with this side.

That's a pointless thought, she said. It's not like it's all flowers and sunshine over here, either.

A deep breath. One. Two. No, wait...

Just as she picked up her foot someone walked up to the other side. He motioned his had for her to come across.

"What are you going to do? Fly across and rescue me when the bridge falls though?" she said, rolling her eyes as she watched the man wait for her.

He was pointing down.

She bent over.

There was another layer under the wooden bridge. Metal bars, almost like railroad tracks, lined the underside.

So, it was safe, she said, surprised.

Well then, here goes.

She picked her foot up. One step. Two steps. Three steps…..

***

Sometimes, the road's scary.

Sometimes, it doesn't look safe to cross.

It can be long and rocky, too.

But if the old, rickety wooden panels break through in the middle, there's always someone on the other side to catch your hand just in time.

God's timing isn't ours. We can't see what he sees.

It makes us impatient. God wants us to trust that He can help us cross the bridge.

God is always there. He won't let you fall off.

"Though I walk in the midst of trouble, you preserve my life; you stretch out your hand against the anger of my foes, with your right hand you save me." Psalm 138:7