A Silver Cross on the Path
This morning, I was out on my usual walk around the lake in our neighborhood. The weather was perfect — one of those mornings where the air feels just right, and the world seems calm. As I walked, my mind started filling up with all the things I need to get done this week. Honestly, it feels like there’s never enough time in the day. We all get the same 24 hours, but how we spend them really does make all the difference.
As I was walking and thinking through everything, I began to pray. Nothing too profound, just talking to God about today, about the week ahead, about the things that were weighing on me. And then, right there on the path, I saw it — a small silver cross, like one you’d see on a necklace, lying right in front of me with the sun shining down on it. I actually stopped in my tracks. It felt like God was reminding me, "I’m listening."
Now, I know the things I bring to God in prayer aren’t always earth-shattering. A lot of times, it’s just day-to-day stuff. But those things matter to me — and I believe that if they matter to me, then they matter to Him, too. That little cross on the path this morning felt like confirmation that God hears even the quiet, personal prayers we whisper while walking alone in my neighborhood.
It also reminded me that I need to spend more time in prayer — not just when I need something, but just to be in relationship with God. I’ll be the first to admit, for a long time my prayers were more like a wishlist: “God, help me with this,” or “God, can you do that?” It was one-sided — all about me.
But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve started to realize that prayer isn’t just about asking. It’s about talking, listening, and thanking. It’s about the relationship. These days, I try to spend more time just thanking God for what He’s already done for me and my family — because the list is long. And this morning was just one more reminder of His presence and grace, shown through something as simple as a silver cross.
I know this Kirby boy has come a long way, and I’m grateful for that. But I also know I still have a long way to go. I’m a work in progress. And one thing I’m sure of — I need to spend more quiet time with God each and every day. That’s where the peace and clarity come from.
I’m far from perfect, but I’m thankful for a God who walks with me anyway — even on a quiet walk by the lake.
