Cross Over Troubled Waters
Hope is like the stars—always there, yet shining brightest in the blackest of nights. It is like the dawn, always rising anew. Hope is for everyone, and that includes you. This collection of more than twenty true stories from a ranch of rescued dreams unveils the heart of true strength and the character of genuine courage. Experience for yourself the kind of love and hope that change a person from the inside out. Because sometimes, just believing in someone is enough for them to start believing in themselves. It’s the galvanizing truth that no matter how deep your pain…God’s love exceeds it still.
Sometimes, just believing in someone is enough for them to start believing in themselves…
Without raising his eyes to look at me, in a voice barely clearing the horizon of a whisper, he said, “I know you don’t love me… You just say that ’cuz you’re an adult and it’s kinda like your job. But I know you don’t really love me.”
Suffering and blessing balance on the same high wire, each giving stability and depth to the other. The one that we feel the most…is ultimately the one that we give the most.
It was her eyes that gave her away. The conflict of her mortal illness versus her will raged behind them. Her body shouted, “I’m sick and it’s getting harder and harder to do the things I love!” while her indomitable will shouted back, “Yeah, but I’m just a little kid, and little kids should get to ride horses!”
What a relief it is when we begin to understand that it is within our hardships that truth is elevated from our hearts to our heads.
“During the darkest days I’d ever known, I was introduced to the unconditional love of a little horse and a merciful God, and my life has never been the same,” says author Kim Meeder. And her book proves that hope is not only for us to keep…but to give.
“Stirring, encouraging, and inspirational, Bridge Called Hope reminds us that hope is heaven sent for everyone, and that we, too, can make a positive difference in others’ lives."
-Eric Close, Actor
“Kim Meeder vibrantly shares—and lives—an amazing story of hope and restoration. A triumph of recovery for wounded hearts!”
-Louie Giglio, Director, Passion Conferences, and bestselling author
Story Behind the Book
“I was moved to write Hope Rising and Bridge Called Hope because, when I needed it the most, someone shared hope with me and it saved my life. During the darkest days I’d ever known, I was introduced to the unconditional love of a little horse and a merciful God, and my life has never been the same. Everything in our life is about choices. We cannot control our circumstances, but we can control how we choose to feel about them. The pain that we feel in this life is certain. What is equally certain is how we choose to feel about the pain. It can destroy us—or it can define us. The choice is uniquely ours.” —Kim Meeder
From the Trade Paperback edition.
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|Title of Religion eBook: Bridge Called Hope|
|Release Date: 12-30-2008|
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|Publisher: The Doubleday Religious Publishing Group|
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Bridge Called Hope
Mike looked at me with a completely emotionless expression. I held his gaze. It was not unlike watching ice melt in the sun. The thin ice of his emotional barricade was breaking up beneath him. Clearly, his defenses were beginning to collapse.
Finally, his eyes broke away from mine as all that remained of the "stronghold" beneath him completely shattered.
After taking a deep breath, his gaze wandered to the side. It was clear he was struggling with what he was about to say. Without raising his eyes to look at me, in a voice barely clearing the horizon of a whisper, he said, "I know that you don't love me. You just say that 'cuz you're an adult and it's kinda like your job. But I know you don't really love me ..." looking down at nothing, he absently ran his fingers through his dark hair before continuing. "No one loves me ... because I can't be loved. I don't ... deserve to be loved."
I felt like I had been kicked in the gut. No air coming in, no air going out. His pain was so crushing that even from an arm's length away, I could hardly breathe. Suddenly, shoveling rock in the back paddock of the ranch felt heavier than either one of us could bear.
Girl, get a grip, I told myself, as I struggled to regain my balance. Mike had risked a great deal to reveal how he felt. He would do that only if he truly wished for me to prove him wrong. Straighten up, girl! If he wants proof ... give it to him!
All I really knew about Mike was that he came occasionally on Monday with a group from a local juvenile justice facility. like the other boys in the program, he had ear...