Hang on….
‘He’s got you.’ she said as she gave her the well-worn, warm wooden cross. And it fit perfectly in her hand too, this one size fits all cross.
Hang on, help is on its way
I'll be there as fast as I can
I'll be there as fast as I can
She told a story of how the cross made its’ way to her hands…passed from another to whom it was given during a difficult journey in her life. ‘This cross has served me well, and I have held on during times when it felt like I was alone. Please take this cross, and keep it for as long as you need during your journey, whether it be for a lifetime, or until you know it is time to pass it on.’
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
till my trophies at last I lay down,
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
and exchange it someday for a crown.
till my trophies at last I lay down,
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
and exchange it someday for a crown.
Turn to page 150 in your hymnal she heard a distant voice in her head say many, many years ago, as the congregation began to sing. And she opened her eyes, to see her fingertips on the keyboard of her laptop and realizes it was a dream… the words on the page, sung all of those years ago now had a new meaning for her.
And she had carried that well-worn, wooden cross with her everywhere since the day she gave it to her. She would often cling to it as she drifted to sleep, holding it so tightly, that she had to pry her own fingers from it in the morning as she woke.
And she had carried that well-worn, wooden cross with her everywhere since the day she gave it to her. She would often cling to it as she drifted to sleep, holding it so tightly, that she had to pry her own fingers from it in the morning as she woke.
And the conversation was filled with questions and tears, love and hope as she dug into her bag past the camera, the keys, the wallet, the notebook and the dollar reading glasses. Aha…. She thought to herself as she felt it slip into her hand.
She grasped the cross one more time, and it fit as perfectly today as the day that she gave it to her. The same little angel that tapped her on her shoulder less than two weeks before whispered in her ear, ‘Yes, it is time to pass it on.’ And she turned to her, placing the cross in her hand and said…
She grasped the cross one more time, and it fit as perfectly today as the day that she gave it to her. The same little angel that tapped her on her shoulder less than two weeks before whispered in her ear, ‘Yes, it is time to pass it on.’ And she turned to her, placing the cross in her hand and said…
Hang on, help is on its way
‘This cross has served me well, and I have held on during times when it felt like I was alone. Please take this cross, and keep it for as long as you need during your journey, whether it be for a lifetime, or until you know it is time to pass it on.’
Today I am filled with gratitude for God’s love as we make the journey here on this big blue and green ball, one day, one step at a time. And I miss myDarlin’ Robert Kenui Pope so, but am comforted knowing that he is waiting for me and our Ohana amongst the band of angels.
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