But this wasn't always the case.
You see, back in the 50's or so, an engineer decided to put a road right through the falls. One of the columns was in the middle of the waterfall. It wasn't a pretty bridge at all. It was just a sturdy road that wasn't even utilized that much.
The park that was beneath it was neglected and actually a bit dangerous to go to since it was so isolated.
Finally, city planners decided to revitalize the downtown area. A contest began for a new pedestrian bridge to be built and the old bridge cars used was torn down. They wanted to showcase the waterfall to visitors and not have the walking bridge detract from the Reedy River.
They chose the winning design well.
It's a suspension bridge. There are no support columns directly beneath it.
|Night time shot of the waterfall.|
It's a beautiful structure to photograph and to walk on while observing the falls.
Whether you're on the bridge or beneath it, you can appreciate it's beauty and strength.
Part of what makes the structure so stunning is that it almost looks like it's just floating. That it's very light. But that's not the case when you see what's supporting the structure. Huge cables. Huge bolts and nuts.
|The true strength of the bridge lies beneath it.|
One dear friend lost her daughter before we met. Yes, she still mourns for and misses her daughter. But my friend Dee Dee is one of the most beautiful and strong women I know. She didn't crumble under the weight of watching her daughter suffer from cancer and pass away. Life can't be easy with that kind of ache in your heart.
Yet Dee Dee exudes love, encouragement and laughter.
How you may ask?
It's because of who supported her. Who walked with her in the valley.
Yes, her husband was there with her. But ultimately, God walked every step of the way with her and her husband.
God can give you the strength to go on when you bury your child, your parents, you lose your job. He can support you in such a way that you can come out beautiful through the adversity.
|Anchored in the bedrock.|
Just like the old, ugly bridge was demolished so the gorgeous suspension bridge could rise over the waterfall and river. Anchored in the bedrock. Floating above the torrents.
I want to be like that bridge. I want others to see where my anchor is. In the bedrock.
I want people to see how God supported me in the trials. To be an encouragement to others.
To know that if God can support a mess like me, he can support anyone.
Where do your anchors lie? Who's supporting you in life?
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