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A bridge to home
Recently, I was watching the classic action movie Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. At the climax of the film, Indiana, in order to save his father’s life, must retrieve the Holy Grail, filled with the water of eternal life, by navigating a cave with booby traps. At one point, he is forced to step out of his comfort zone by stepping out into what appears to be a bottomless abyss. Yet, when he steps out, a bridge appears, and he crosses the chasm safely. The bridge was always there, but he couldn’t see it until he stepped out.
This scene resonated with me. There have been many times when I have needed to realize that my “bridge” was already present—when I needed to have faith in God and trust God fully to know where to put my feet.
One time, I was getting ready to move from my home state of Wisconsin to where I currently live in Massachusetts. As the moving date approached, I still hadn’t found a new apartment that would meet my needs. I was praying, and listening to hear what God had to tell me, but none of the apartment options coming up were pet-friendly, which I needed, and I didn’t know what to do.
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