Old Friends and New Bridges

I have some old friends (known them since the 80's) that got brought a new connection to this week. These were the kind of friends that really know you, and still love you. The kind that make you part of their family. That means the kind that welcome you into themselves, not matter what time of day, what state of life, no matter what it cost them. Sounds like Jesus doesn't it? Well yes, they are a whole lot like Jesus. There were times they saved my life, times they spurred me on, times they caused me to see the hurtful truth, times they cheered me on, times they fought for me, times they encouraged me, times they were the only bridge for me to cross to reach my Lord Jesus. We have had very little contact in the last 5 years and this week God built a new bridge. At first I thought it was rebuilding an old one, but sometimes you have both gone such different directions and so much has happened and you have changed so much that your way to far away from the old bridge. You don't even know where that old bridge is anymore. So praise our Lord Jesus Christ, that he knows exactly where to build the new one, so you can both cross over. This family, my old friends, have a calling on their life to be a bridge themselves. I relish the fact that we are reunited and I love the look of the new bridge and cherish all the times of crossing the old. All of you wonderful ones who are my family now are going to love my old friends and I pray God's bridge will grow stronger and stronger for the multitudes to cross.
I thank God for Brandi's dreams, Aarons wood and my new bridge. (see appropriate blogs)