My Gift

Something On My Mind

The day I was baptised was a day I will truly never forget. Father Dan Hoffman did a wonderful job at mass as usual. I was surrounded by my family and many new friends wishing me well. I realized that at this point in my life though it was not perfect....I had everything I could possibly want....right!?!

As I began to open my cards and reflect on the happenings of the day, I realized there was one thing missing. You see I kind of secretly wished for a cross to wear around my neck. I actually kind of always wanted one. My family gave me a wonderful rosary which I will cherish forever. My day passed with no cross.

I did contemplate getting one for myself but as time went one it kind of went out of my mind. As I was getting ready for work tonight I slipped on my cross and a beautiful thought came to mind. My cross was not picked out by a well meaning family member or some symbol of personal preference as it would have been if I would have purchased it for myself.

My cross was purchased with 4 days of intense soul searching and dedication to my wonderful savior. It was picked out by the hands of a wonderful priest whom I made my first confession with. It was picked out by none the less than my savior himself as he paved the way for my cursillo weekend. Yes my cross was beautiful and could not have been given by anyone closer. I had to wait a few short months for my cross but my cross is a true symbol of God giving us what we need at just the right time. I will cherish it always!