Journey Back to the Bridges of Living

This is my friend Cynthia. She wanted an angel drawing specifically for her. The angel had to be strong and at peace. The angel had to have eyes that penetrated what my client saw in the depths of her own heart.

“There is an army of angels accompanying us to inner healing. We need to be open to hearing and seeing God’s hand as He enters into our pains and joys all the while by our side”. Often we make plans and set our goals and begin our journey. Oh, but the greatest challenge is to turn our bridges into roads. When on a journey, the living bridges have a beginning and an end. The bridges are unavoidably important as they carry us across rapid waters, mountain to mountain and even creeks.” Cynthia B.

We sat in my studio. I listened to Cynthia speak and I silently allowed the pouring out of her words to guide my hand and drawing tool.

I have known Cynthia for many years. There was a era we performed in the same theater ensemble. We laughed a lot. We were part of a small quirky group of actors who shared the same sense of whit and the one true God. We attended Sunday School together and remained friends in heart, though years out of sight.

Ours is a kinship time or distance does not destroy. Years can pass without sharing a single conversation but when that phone rings it’s as if we chatted yesterday. My friend Cynthia’s past is one of darkness and pain. Her childhood is filled with stories I could share but it is not my intent to take such liberties. Cynthia’s stories are her own. How can I put in to words the reality of it all unless I too had suffered her exact afflictions. We are called to express compassion and caring. However, unless we suffer the same we can not empathize.

I can create an angel. That is what I can do. The Holy Spirit shows me the angel that objectively lives in Cynthia’s brain. The vision God sees is the angel she wants visually represented on her new creative adventure. This angel will be the visual on her spring board of artistic ideas. It is her brand, her trademark and her representation of the warriors who fought on her behalf. This angel is one in the army who battled along side a young girls pain and eliminated ( at the time) much of her childhood physical pain. God encamps us with His chosen warriors. There is an army who lifts us out of the brink of sinking sand and broken bridges and delivers us to the safety of the shore. The bridges we build, the roads we travel and destroy along the way, all lead us on a journey back to living again! My prayer is this angel serve as a symbol of indication to Cynthia that she is free!

I have known Cynthia for many years. There was a era we performed in the same theater ensemble. We laughed a lot. We were part of a small quirky group of actors who shared the same sense of whit and the one true God. We attended Sunday School together and remained friends in heart, though years out of sigh