tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937303870758455964.post8875856790140776391..comments2024-03-29T09:23:42.772-04:00Comments on Martin Family Moments: Lessons from the Boat BridgeColleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11451797365712728579noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937303870758455964.post-13057263187252170502014-12-15T22:53:23.194-05:002014-12-15T22:53:23.194-05:00Got stuck at that bridge twice, once driving, once...Got stuck at that bridge twice, once driving, once walking in May when I went to visit my friend. <br /><br />Paula<br /><br />Anonymous just because I do not have any of those accounts!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937303870758455964.post-22065733842041360832013-02-13T13:17:17.465-05:002013-02-13T13:17:17.465-05:00Great post Colleen . . . I read it and thought tha...Great post Colleen . . . I read it and thought that this is EXACTLY the journey God has had me on the last year . . . the bridge is shut to traffic and I am on the other road now (His way), but for about, oh several MONTHS, I just stared at the "bridge" and complained that I could not cross . . . luckily God is so patient and loving!Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11571439982499787798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937303870758455964.post-86671852165135877702013-02-13T11:26:48.250-05:002013-02-13T11:26:48.250-05:00Beautiful thoughts. How often I want to tell God ...Beautiful thoughts. How often I want to tell God how things should work! And I admit, I sorta want to come see the bridge! *duck* But it would mean I could come visit you, too! Mary @ Better Than Edenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05409924891343767874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937303870758455964.post-40282270417155488062013-02-13T10:40:45.553-05:002013-02-13T10:40:45.553-05:00sounds frustrating. I wish I could say our morning...sounds frustrating. I wish I could say our mornings are perfect here--but its quite similar. I yell all the time at everyone.<br /><br />wake up 15 mins earlier each day. That way you won't be so stressed and given to yelling. Its the only thing that works for me. You can still make control of the situation by waking up earlier. When I do this--(although i need a whole 30 mins earlier lol) I don't stress so much and have mornings where I stop myself from losing control and yelling at everyone. Take a few mins to just think, pray and wake up. Then a few extra mins to allow for last min chaos....make a concentrated effort to calmly get out the door in time.<br />(I hope this helps! I can only manage my plan half the time though) Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09561187611952737419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937303870758455964.post-11969407461507715262013-02-13T09:28:29.618-05:002013-02-13T09:28:29.618-05:00Your honesty is beautiful and inspiring at the sam...Your honesty is beautiful and inspiring at the same time. <br /><br />I feel like my face has a red mark on it (it's kind of cool, but I'd feel frustrated, I get that way just looking at the clock).<br /><br />Blessings to you and your Lent.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01611865831958609009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937303870758455964.post-87893442348337247072013-02-13T09:13:49.863-05:002013-02-13T09:13:49.863-05:00Great reflection. I think that bridge would drive...Great reflection. I think that bridge would drive me crazy too...I'd probably just drive the long way all the time instead of trying to figure out the schedule..and get out the door early, especially at 6:50 AM. Ameliahttp://onecatholicmama.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937303870758455964.post-61465730888538296742013-02-13T08:55:05.642-05:002013-02-13T08:55:05.642-05:00"And I would slap you across the face....&quo..."And I would slap you across the face...."<br /><br />ROFLOLOL !<br /><br />This entire post is wonderful. Thank you for looking deeper AND sharing your insight. Mary Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12418321424046390588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937303870758455964.post-89466635784623176062013-02-12T22:30:28.926-05:002013-02-12T22:30:28.926-05:00Fabulous! But gosh, I remember that feeling! Fabulous! But gosh, I remember that feeling! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01408376397606181124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937303870758455964.post-87340571662123455902013-02-12T21:31:31.759-05:002013-02-12T21:31:31.759-05:00Hey Colleen, that bridge is really cool...oops, ne...Hey Colleen, that bridge is really cool...oops, never mind.<br />That schedule just made my head swim. I suppose you are used to it and it's quite helpful that you can see the sign from the driveway.<br /><br />I find that sometimes I sit on the bridge and it keeps on swinging. I think that if I sit/mope/complain long enough maybe God will change HIS mind and let me do what I want. I only end up dizzy/sick and eventually God bonks me in the head, gives me a push off the bridge and I'm back on track again. <br /><br />I need to keep watching for His signs, spend time with Him and see where He is directing me this lent. I know that I definitely need to give more of me to Him.<br /><br />Thanks for the analogy and the reminder!Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16604810218733272554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937303870758455964.post-59385174554475318302013-02-12T21:15:18.540-05:002013-02-12T21:15:18.540-05:00Colleen- I am not even joking. That would drive me...Colleen- I am not even joking. That would drive me crazy. Like, really and truly crazy. I am crazy person about time and wasting it. And, a bridge like that would end my sanity. Maybe you should just move. Kidding (not really)Mary Wilkersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08895931413075965922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937303870758455964.post-62328472175762479312013-02-12T19:22:57.481-05:002013-02-12T19:22:57.481-05:00This is one of my favorite posts you've ever d...This is one of my favorite posts you've ever done. And I'm sincerely happy you always give us the route that bypasses this bridge when we come see you, because I am even less patient than you claim to be.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05629132804649152538noreply@blogger.com