-1The Foot of The Cross

All I could do was stare as the tears come flowing down my face unto my neck. It looked so unreal so worthless, there before the cross erected in front of me was a pile of all my past in a written form.

There were pieces of paper for everything: one for each sin, one for each dreams, and one for each thing I ever loved. I was helpless the tears just began to flow; there was so much work ahead of me and so little time.

How could I get rid of all of the discriminating files laying before me? I had finally let down my guard to be free and now I have all of this laid at my feet.

I took off the heavy hiking pack and I took up a lofty hammer in one hand and several accusing nails in the other. It took me some time but I nailed those things to the cross.

At this cross my love died. Many accused and abused him here, ironically, I am receiving similar abuse from my past, as I stand here.

The amazing thing is, my love died for me, he took all my sins before they happen, So now I give all unto him. I had no clue it would be so much. My love took all responsibility for all the sins I am nailing to this old aged cross.

So, I just give them too him, “Here are my dreams as well as those I love. Take good care of them.” Parting with such things I had made over the years was sorrowful, it pained me and gouged into the deepest part of my creative soul.

My love wanted it all so that I did not have to suffer. He wanted to carry my burdens; therefore, I would be free to live and enjoy life. He wants to hold my dreams and loves to prevent me from worry.

All of this just overwhelmed me so there I stood at the foot of the cross crying my heart out. Wondering why did he love me so much, when until now I did not give him the time of day. I wanted to know what was so special about me that it was worth giving his life. Why was I so important?

As the last tear I could cry fell from my eye, I felt a hand on my shoulder it sent chills down my spine. Next thing that followed is hard to explain…

All I can say is he loves me because I am his: he had a part in my creation. After that starling encounter I then noticed that all of the sins once nailed to the cross had disappeared.

Additionally, all the things I love were now his hands. He reminded me of his undeniable love for me and how it made him passionate in taking care of all the things I face.

All he asked is that I did not deny him, and if I felt compelled to grow to love him. How in the world could I have passed that up? Why would someone want to give him up? Did he not do enough for you, to show he cared?