All is well, all is well
God has blessed beyond compare
Though trials came throughout the year
He’s been faithful to stay near.

I don’t know what the future holds
But knowing whom holds it makes it clear
That all will be well and good and dear.

Through good and bad, hard or sad,
He’s with us to the end.
So my friend,
I pray for you this little wish –

That God will keep you close to Him
And no matter what your next year holds
You’ll find in Him the peace you seek
The love, strength and grace you need
To go through each day and each minute
with strength
No matter what has been placed in it.
May your Christmas be merry and bright
With the love of our Saviour in your heart and mind.

Marcell Warner Bridges
©11, December 2008
Revised ©24, December 2013


MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU! Thank you so much for your loyalty and faithfulness in reading and sharing my posts. Richest blessings to all of you, ~Marcie 

© Heart Thoughts, Marcie Bridges, 2013



It was one week before Christmas. Money was scarce and the wooden, 3 bedroom, 2 bath brown painted house had surely seen better days. The screen doors creaked as they opened and shut and there was a noticeable draft of cool air throughout the house as if to remind the family how badly repairs were needed.  The house moaned and creaked but it stood against the winds that buffeted it. And the family, for all intents and purposes, stayed fairly warm and dry throughout that winter and spring. But it was the holidays that made them quiver.

Christmas had always been a happy time.  The birth of the Savior’s celebration was top priority but mom and dad made sure to buy just enough presents so everyone was happy and the food was always a great feast. But this year would be different.

It was one week before Christmas and there wasn’t a single bit of Christmas in that house. No decorations, no tree, no presents and definitely no food.  They said not to worry that they’d make it somehow but actions speak louder than words and even louder than words – the look on their faces as they tried to convince everyone that the family would have a good Christmas – or, maybe they were trying to convince themselves.

But it was a week before Christmas… the family piled into the car and headed for church to sing about Jesus in the manger and hear about the miraculous birth and they wondered if such a miracle would be possible for them too. They drove home quietly lost in their own thoughts and didn’t see their miracle until they got out of the car.

It was a week before Christmas and there by the door was a Christmas tree so beautiful and presents galore. Dad took in the tree and put it up in the corner and what decorations could be found was tearfully adorned.  Then when they thought all of that excitement was over a knock at the door and there stood friends with food for them all. A turkey, some stuffing, some bread and some vegetables, God had provided where it was not possible.

A week before Christmas and Christmas came early. The good cheer, the happiness, the singing so merry. Another miracle was born that night for that family.


This story is based off a true event in my life. I really will never forget that year and that Christmas.  It has helped me appreciate not only the lean times in life but even the times when I have much. It helps keep my perspective in the right place, not just at Christmas, but throughout the year when many have so little and I have the means and opportunity to help those who need it. I think everyone has a time in their life like the one I’ve described but I also think it is how we learn from it and use it that benefits us the most, or … doesn’t. Because we can either ignore the lessons God gives us along the way or we can acknowledge them and use them to bless others. And by blessings others, we glorify God and give ourselves blessings in return. ~Marcie 

One of my favorite Christmas songs…I cry every time I listen to it. 
The Christmas Shoes by New Song

© Heart Thoughts, Marcie Bridges, 2013


  © Tee’s Photography, 2013

 An Exceptional Thanksgiving
When it rains it pours in threes or more
words of hate roll off our tongue
one, by one, by one.

Joy once etched across miles of wrinkles
become thoughts of rage in broken pieces
shattered, scattered, hardened heart.

Waiting for light to peek through foggy haze
the windows barred shut, curtains drawn
life subsists, life drifts, life drains.

Is this all there is?
Just beaten up promises and frozen limbs?
And we wait, we wait, and we wait.

Not a prayer on the lips or a praise on the heart
daily living has become a tedious chore
tick tock, goes the clock, tick tock.

But the roof overhead, the car in the shed
the food that keeps showing up at the door
given, we take, we receive.

And there in the midst of the pouring rain
the wind driving hair into the face
we kneel, we speak, we pray.

A new hymn begins with the music of Him
wrinkles smoothed out with upturned tears
lifted, longed for, thanks.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
© November 2013

                                                        © Tee’s Photography, 2013

(And) my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus.  Philippians 4:19


I have had a virus on my computer and was not able to post this Thanksgiving poem last week. It made me really sad that I couldn’t share it with you. But even a week late is still not late because we should celebrate Thanksgiving to God every day. I hope you enjoy this poem and I pray that you will know that even in the midst of our worst days God is still there to bring us through them and to provide for our every need. 

All photo’s (except for the very top one) courtesy of my sweet friend Tee-Tee Barnes. You take such beautiful portraits!  Thank you Tee! 
© Heart Thoughts, Marcie Bridges, 2013