The seeds you plant
During high school our family structure changed. My parents separated and eventually divorced. It was a difficult journey. In the midst of it all, I had a mentor in faith give me a wooden cross. The cross had a tiny hole where a piece of leather was threaded through it so that it could be worn as a necklace, hung from the rearview mirror or placed on a peg on the wall. I carried the cross with me; it was in my backpack or in my purse or hung on my car rearview mirror. It was a constant reminder that while the journey might be difficult, I was not alone. I had someone in my corner. I had someone who loved me. I had someone cheering me on. I had someone to call in the middle of the night that would just listen to my heart's cry. I had a Jesus that loved me as far as the east is from the west. I had a Jesus that was going to light the way for me in the darkness. I had a Jesus that was going to put his arms around me and carry me when I didn't feel as though I could ta