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.