Blessed Assurance

Down the street from my house, right on the corner, is a large church. The roof of the church comes to a huge peak, and on top of the peak is a cross. I can see the cross from my house. In fact, when I am lying prone in my hot tub, the cross is in my line of vision and I love it.

On sunny days, the cross is shining like a beacon, reminding me of the wonderful joy that is mine because of all that Jesus accomplished on the cross. On sunny days, it all seems very real to me.

Some days there are big puffy white clouds meandering across the blue sky. I see the cross, peaking through the clouds, coming and going from my sight. I wait as I soak, for it to return to my vision, always delighted when I can see it again.

On foggy mornings, like today, the cross cannot be seen from my hot tub perspective. It is always a bit of a disappointment to me, these foggy mornings. I miss seeing the cross, and my morning ritual seems a bit lonely. But one thing I know to be true; though I cannot see it, the cross is still there! I don't need to run down the street to be sure, for I know it is there. You won't find me calling my neighbors to ask if they can see it. For I'm sure that, even though I cannot see it today, the cross is there.

So I snuggle back down into the warm, comforting water...and soak...