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At the Foot of Your Cross

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AT THE FOOT OF YOUR CROSS

End Scroll   I fall at the foot of your cross,

My Lord Jesus Christ,

And raise my eyes to fix upon yours,

Begging to draw down the power of your love and forgiveness

Offered to me without deserving.

End Scroll  Please, Lord Jesus, carry my longing

With you to the throne of Almighty God,

Holding my heart in trust

Until the day I find myself with you at last.

End Scroll  May I, Lord Jesus, with your love at the cross

As my witness to the power and mercy of God,

Accept the gift of this one day,

Glorifying you and the Almighty

With each thought and deed.

End Scroll  I beg you, Lord Jesus, to stand between me and

Every evil temptation casting a shadow on my path.

Let your brilliance light my way

So that when evening falls,

I might lay my head upon my pillow

And lay my day at your feet as my best,

In love,

End Scroll  My offering of thanksgiving I give, that you loved me enough

To go to the cross as My Light

And My Salvation.

Amen.

 

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Out of the Maze

Lead me, O Lord, in your righteousness because of my enemies—make straight your way before me.
Psalm 5:8 (NIV) Scroll Divide Horizontal 2

 

Cornfield NewThe shoots of corn stood eight inches tall. The sun had only just come over the horizon, giving a pale pink glow to the morning sky. We were in the middle of the long western expanse of the cornfield, Vic holding the paper map in his hand and surveying the project. The smudge of jam on the corner of the map recalled the fun of last night as he and the kids had penciled in and erased lines. Together, they worked hard to plan the maze. Better yet, they had fun.

Today Vic began putting their plan into action. The map was filled with straight Cornfield Maze Enterlines. He stepped forward, pulling all the corn out of a row of dirt in an exact copy of the straight lines on his paper map, leaving a walking path through the cornfield. The trail through these baby corn plants would be almost invisible today, but what a wonderful adventure it would be when the corn eventually grew green and tall.

Cornfield Maze KidsCome fall, the great cornfield would hide a complex trail pattern of lines, turns, dead-ends, and hidden “rooms,” the whole maze drawn out in the map in Vic’s hand. One way into the corn maze. And among all the twists and turns…there was only one special way out.

As Vic worked, I thought of life’s trials this past year. Oftentimes, we had felt blinded and lost in a maze. Catching the flutter of God’s map in the breeze, I was every day reminded of the Lord’s incomprehensible plan and His protection in our journey through life’s maze. He is the great Creator and Protector. He makes the crooked way straight.

Looking ahead to the fun of children laughing in the middle of the cornfield, I bowed my head in thanksgiving.  God watches us in life’s maze.  He will bring us safely home.

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 Lord, strengthen our trust in your plan for our lives. Help us feel the love you surround us with in the midst of our daily walk.  Amen.