At The Cross

We all have that place where we feel most safe, Whether it's at home, in someone's arms, or even in the most beautiful views of the world, we all have our place. My place seems to have shifted through the years. From different homes to different parks and even different arms of the ones I love, But one place has always stayed the same, It's never changed.

When I first got my license I wanted to drive all the time to just explore the towns I grew up in. Not that I hadn't seen them but that I had a new sense of freedom that sparked my soul to seek adventure. Driving one day I saw the place that lit up my heart, it was a field just outside of my town that was covered with flowers and green grass, and a big White Cross in the middle of the field. I remember pulling in and just sitting, looking up at the Cross, and reflecting on memories of my life and how I got to where I was. This is my safe place I thought as a tear rolled down my cheek and I grinned ear to ear.

As the years went on I visited that place as much as I could. I brought friends there, I had worship sessions there, and I even went through seasons of joys and sorrows with a loved one there, this place was special to me. I went there to reflect, pray, and cry out to God in times of need, and every time I was there I could feel the presence of God. I could see a Cross almost every day, I even wear one around my neck, So what makes this one so special? Because the Cross in the field was protected by the peace of God. When I was there I could step away from the world to listen to my Heavenly Father talk to me in the silence, away from the distractions. It was restoration for my soul and a blessing from God.

Tonight I visited the Cross one last time before I head out for my overseas mission. I parked, sat on top of my car looked up at the stars, and visioned the most beautiful thing, Christ's return. I thought about what it would be like to live in heaven, to be fully spirit abounding in joy expressing a full glorification for God that cannot be achieved here in the sight of evil. As I sat in silence taking my deep breaths in the cold crisp air, I closed my eyes and pictured me picking up this cross and taking it with me around the world. I whisper a prayer to myself:

“Gracious Father, thank you, Lord, for providing me this place of peace and safety. Not only is it guarded by your protection but also your magnificence as the symbolism of your son's sacrifice stands here tall and strong for this town to see. Lord, now it's time for the world to see it, thank you for this Commission you have planned for me in France. May you use me in my strengths and weaknesses to fulfill your will, growing the body of Christ one by one. Lord give me confidence to trust solely in your plan for my life and the strength to die to myself and live for you. May this place be blessed for the next generation to come, and may you bring peace for the souls that find themselves in the middle of this field, at the cross. Amen”

After I prayed, I took one more look at the place that represents so much, Shed one last tear, and said goodbye.