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Copy of At The Foot of the Cross...

Where we lived in Louisiana, off one of the roads my family traveled frequently, was a land fill (we used to call the dumps). When I was child, my parents and I would go frequently to our "dump" and find the things that people had thrown away, like parts for a bike, old tables, discarded treasures. We spent lots of Saturdays at the dump. I guess that's where the picture begins.

It is the first drawing that I could say was totally my own inspiration from the Lord. It's the only Chalk Drawing I ever presented one time. I am not sure why. It took, what felt like forever to me, to find the music and to express what God had put on my heart to paper. Before, I could draw it, the Lord had to challenge me and illuminate things in my life, that would not only bring me closer to Him and to the foot of His Cross.

For me the focus became clearer, as I could see mountains of broken things from broken dreams on that pile, at the Foot of the Cross. Items that we medicate the hurts and emptiness of our lives; that dull the aches and struggles of being happy and normal. Empty wedding bands, bottles, syringes, money, promises and hopes, anger, greed, hatred, jealousy, grief, loneliness, it's all there too. A smelly, dirty and desolate place, but it's also a spiritual lost and found, at the Foot of the Cross. When I go to His Cross, there is no one else there but me, all of my offerings are but filthy rags. If I don't surrender it to the trash pile, I carry it with me forever. In the distance a voice speaks to my heart and says, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. " Matthew 11:28 NLT

The reality of my life is there are times when I must go and leave something else at the foot of the Cross. I am not a finished work but I am forgiven. Scarred, bruised, a little raggedy, reminded daily that I am flawed but a child of the Cross nonetheless...

Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new. 2 Corinthians 5:17

If you are like me, I need to do some hauling to the dump this week...

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