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Saturday in the Valley

It’s rainy and cold this morning, but the grass is turning green here in our valley. Daffodils are blooming along the creek bank and the field down the road has been disked. Soon, seed will be pressed into the furrows and the growing season will begin again. Thank the Lord Indiana winters turn into Indiana springtime, making it worth the wait.

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The last Son will be celebrating his transition from high school to Life with a party at our farm later this year, so we are tackling some outdoor projects as the weather warms. This week, a couple of Amish carpenters have been fashioning a bridge out of some wood my husband salvaged and a roof he snagged for $3 at an auction. It will span our creek, a means to hike over to the little cabin we recently placed at the north end of our pond.

I must admit, I was skeptical at first about this bridge project, but looking out the window now at the roof perched below our sugar maple tree, I’m catching my husband’s vision. Soon, the creek bank will come alive with swamp mustard, water cress, wild raspberry bushes and walnut saplings. And this bridge, already weathered, will look as though it’s always been there.

Building bridges that seem to go nowhere — is it worth the time, the effort, the sacrifice? I’ve thought about that as the men hammered outside my kitchen window this week. But looking inward, at the journey God’s placed me on, I wonder if we aren’t all in the business of “building bridges”.

Bridges in friendships — introducing a new friend to a long-treasured friend (“one is silver and the other gold”), I see a bridge fashioned to enrich each life with a new connection.

Bridges for escape — meeting a woman who has left an abusive husband to begin a new life and who will worship with us tomorrow at our church.

Bridges for a Son, taking a new path in life — as he touches base across the 400 miles that separate to say “All is good. Life is good.”

Today, I will walk across this wooden bridge built for us by skilled hands, and I’ll trust it will hold, that it will serve its purpose. The bridges we build in life are meant to do that, too.

So as we bridge the gap between friends, between despair and hope, between today and tomorrow, I pray that it is done with great intention and with a plan. With a foundation that will stand firm.

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I am guest-blogging today about a bridge the Lord built in my own life — between cancer and healing, between fear and hope. Please join me at the site of my dear friend, Brenda Yoder, at Life Beyond the Picket Fence. While you’re there, I hope you’ll spend time reading Brenda’s insightful posts about doing life, even when it’s messy — especially when it’s messy.

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Welcome! I'm so glad our paths have crossed. I am a traveler, just like you. Blessed with four sons in various stages of adulthood, my life is full with following their adventures and working alongside my husband on our small family farm in a beautiful Indiana valley. A writer at heart, this blog is in step with my determination to pause and relish the moments, people and events that challenge, motivate and inspire. Join me on the journey.

5 Comments

  1. Emily says

    Love it Ingrid. You bring tears to my eyes just looking at everyday life. Thank you.

  2. Karen Selby says

    Good thoughts today on this chilly spring day. Ingrid, this reminded me of the bridge Jesus has made for us to God…..no one else could reach across our gulf of sin.

    Yes, may we continue to build bridges to those who do not know.

    Can’t wait to rebuild our bridge later this spring.

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