This clinging cross is one of the most precious gifts that I have ever received. It was recently given to me by a new and dear friend. With it came these simple, love-filled words:
“It gave me great joy to give you my cross. It was not an impulse gift…nor was it a struggle, I think it was a Jesus thing and it became my extreme delight to share something that has meant so much to me.”
Being a kinaesthetic person, and prayer being a weakness in my life, it has been so meaningful and helpful to be able to hold onto this cross as I pray.
When I asked about the origin of this non-symmetrically shaped cross, I was told that it was made for someone with a paralyzed hand who couldn’t hold a cross. In my digging for further explanation, I found this poem:
When my mind is fuzzy
And my eyes are dim with tears,
I need to feel Your presence, Lord,
And know that You are near.
When my heart is racing
And my thoughts have such a sting,
I tightly grasp this little cross
And prayerfully I cling.
It’s not a magic piece –
This cross Your father planned,
But when I cling to it
I feel Your nail-scarred hand.
I wanted to show a picture of this cross on my blog so that others could see what it looks like. Many people who have seen it lying on my “desk” have asked about it and have expressed great interest in purchasing one. You can find the clinging cross online.
Thank you, Debby – for this beautiful gift.
Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God. Hebrews 13.16 ESV