The Bridge

Title: The Bridge From Black to Light

There’s a photo I took of a bridge—angled at 45 degrees—cutting through the frame like a question mark to the sky. At first glance, it’s just concrete and steel. But lately, I’ve been seeing everything differently.

I used to think the spiritual life was about finding emotional highs, avoiding pain, and chasing success. But now I’m beginning to understand: real transformation doesn’t follow the rules of the world I was born into.

The bridge in my photo is more than architecture—it’s a metaphor.

We all begin in darkness—not evil, but unformed, uncertain. Black, in scientific terms, has no wavelength. It’s the absence of light. But when God speaks light into that darkness, a spectrum emerges—red to violet—each color a piece of divine order.

I’ve come to believe the rainbow is more than a promise—it’s a path.

Seven colors.

Seven days.

Seven spiritual layers.

The bridge upward is not built from comfort or performance. It’s built through devotion. Through learning to master the inner world. Through walking not by sight, or emotion—but by faith.

So this 45° bridge? It’s not just a crossing. It’s a call.

A reminder that while I was made from dust, I’m being remade by light.

✨ Take a moment to ask yourself: What part of your life is still in darkness, waiting for light to speak into it? What step can you take today to walk the bridge from reaction to reflection, from emotion to devotion?

As always… Thank you for reading!