The Story of My Cross

I’m not sure when it was, but I think it was last February or March (2019). Joe and I had just re-connected after last being in touch about 20 years ago. He and I went together, I guess you could call it, in the mid-late Seventies. We were both in our twenties. 

So, after learning of my plight (the scam), he sent me a ‘care package’ of quite a few items to lift my spirits. (He works on Saturdays at a nearby church thrift shop in New Mexico where he lives.) He sent earrings and scarves and a bunch of other things—including this cross. 

It’s like cloisonné. It’s like a flame. It’s like the flame of the Holy Spirit. It’s unique. And amazingly, it goes with almost every color scheme I wear. 

Needless to say, this cross and I are mostly inseparable, though I do take it off at night. I don’t want to wear out the cord it hangs from. 

Anyway, it was a wonderful gift. Thank you, Lord. And, thank you Joseph.

I’ve been a Christian more than 30 years, but I never had a cross to wear around my neck until this one. I never knew Jesus like I do, until now. Thank you Lord. 

I’m growing. I feel like I’m in training, being trained and tested. Money is my testing ground. Got to give it up—give up control. I must trust. Fight the fear by trusting and having faith. Beyond what is seen. Trust the unseen God. Trust in His Love. Think on Him. Amen!


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