I really haven´t realised this girl is sitting in a bridge.
I can see its lenght right over there on her left. But after her, I don´t see much.
Maybe her bridge had been broken. And she decided to sit down and wait.
(How funnny is that I didn´t realise this portrait was so similar to the description of the broken bridge story...)
This is the story :
God gave everyone a good amount of bricks, iron, wood, lights, lamps, decoration and all articles required for someone build a bridge.
This was not any kind of bridge. But the bridge we needed to reach the love of our lives. For God knows each one is a land and sometimes it´s difficult reaching it . Distance was the main reason. Distance in geography or in their souls. Many people were suspicious, fearful or hurt and locked themselves in the farthest places they could find in their own. But God advertised : don´t waste material in vain or don´t build bridges every time someone waves to you. Use the material when it is worthy, and because you have plenty of material, you can make the most beautiful bridge it´s possible. Do it with excellence ! I gave you excellent articles. You have all that is needed to build a wonderful bridge. Time is also needed for a perfect work. If you do it in a hurry, you won´t pay attention to details. If it is too slow because of fear, it may happen the person waiting think you´re uninterested and also your materials can be damage by weather. Whenever you face hardships you can not overcome by faith, you let your material be damage by this bad season in your life. And remember : your job is to build only half of the bridge ! The other half must be done by the other. Your side and the other´s side will match in the middle of the way and you will see how my power will make them blend. And despite you have even built your side in a different way, using different material, if you have chosen the right land, you will see how the bridge will look harmonic in the end.
But some people didn´t listen to God´s advice. They started building bridges to the first ones who waved them from their land. And when time passed by and they looked to their own place, they could see lots of bridges started and useless, cause none matched the other side. And because they wasted material in vain, they lacked to build better ones then. Others failed because their lives were so affected by the bad weather, that they let their material under the storm. That´s why we can see rusty, frayed and not good-looking bridges. Still others were so afraid to make an error and spend their material that they closed themselves waiting on someone to start a bridge. And if it happened someone to start a bridge to them, still they had to spend much time to be assured. Or even they desired that the other had to have the same material they would use to make their bridge, but because it was different, they lacked hope and did nothing and became insecure lonely lands. It also happened that someone felt impelled to start their side and even finished it and he was so involved in this job that he didn´t realize there was not the other side needed. The other land was offended by this attitude or assumed that they didn´t want to be reached and destroyed the other´s bridge. And the broken bridge person is so astonished that he has no reaction but to sit down on his side and wonder what happened when everything seemed auspicious. And he waits and waits,wondering if the other will decided for starting his part ever or if he has to go back and find another land and start everything again.
But others are blessed constructors. Sometimes they had to wait to find a good land. And it also happened that others found it right away. But when they did, they put their hands at work. Because they had been cautious with weather, they still had very good material, and started building their part. Sometimes the image of the other side of the bridge were so different from their own that it made them concern whether their job would be in vain, but then they remembered that God was the one who would be responsible for their harmony blending and kept on. And when it was done, some really got amazed on how their bridge sides were really alike, as if they had agreed in advance about the construction. And others, on how their different sides just turned to be something spectacular. Only then they discovered that despite not using the same strategy or decoration or architectural design, they matched things here and there or added things the other had not. If someone had forgotten the lights, the other had put so many on his side that he enlightened the whole bridge as one ! As well, the perfume coming from the flowers of one side crossed all the way...Now they were still different lands, but they had a bridge to link them together as one for the rest of their lives.
