Good Friday

I took this picture last fall when we were traveling home from West Virginia. I remember looking at these same crosses as a little girl when we would travel the same highway visiting our family. I would ask my dad about them and he would start to tell me the story about the man who built them. Here is the story if you were ever curious.

The cross means so much to me. I am a very, very imperfect person. I often feel like I don't fit. I'm not "good" enough for some of the Christian girls and not quite "bad" enough for the cool kids. That's the way it's always been for me. I cuss, I get angry, I get selfish, I might even have an occasional beer and cigarette. Well maybe half a beer.  I don't fit into the conservative mold. and I don't fit the other way either. I try to mind my own business and hope others do the same. I try not to judge people because who am I to do that? I don't go to church. I don't always read the Bible everyday or every week. I mess up. I pray. I repent. I sing. I praise. I know that through all of it I am loved. I don't have to fit into anyone's mold. I don't have to strive. I can just be. I gave my heart to Jesus when I was 12 years old and probably a thousand times more since then. I got lost as a teenager dealing with parents divorcing, lots of different schools, living with several different relatives, and pretty much having free rein until my late teens. Then I started suffering from anxiety attacks. The ONLY thing that helped was prayer. In every major life event I have felt the comfort of The Lord! From the birth of my children to the death of loved ones, and in particular, my dad. I was so angry when my dad died. I didn't understand why  murderers, molesters and rapists lived and this very kind and good man was taken. Then I was comforted. I had my dad's Bible and I started to read, and I prayed and eventually I was comforted. Comforted in the promise that we will be with our loved ones and a sweet, merciful Father in heaven. And it's all because of God's grace and what happened on the cross.

Happy Easter!

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