The world may never understand why this cross means so much to me. The world may never get it. I hope they do. I hope they see that in such a simple symbol lies meaning that is so deep. That in such a simple symbol lies my life. In such a simple symbol lies my hope. The very reason I'm alive. It lies in it, my companion. It lies in it, depth, meaning. Something that is so hard to find these days, they may never get it. I sure hope they do because they would be missing out on a great mystery. The reason I press forward and am still pushing. The reason why I haven't given up, though I've tried to. Mere words aren't enough, it's something that's experienced. And it's only when you hit rock bottom, that you realise he was always there. Rooting for you. When you hit rock bottom you realise that it's the place no one else can meet you at, no one else's arm can stretch that far to pull you out. But it's only Him. Only he can reach that far and only he can pull you out. But thats something I can't just say. It's not something so merely logical as to be 'said' but something real, ought to be felt, experienced. Jesus.