There is a special place I go to pray that is situated in our back field about a 1/2 mile from our back porch. This place is framed by two very old, mangled cedar trees that have withstood lightening, hail, high winds, and drought. When I sit between these trees I can hear them moan and groan as they sway in the wind. I feel close to God in this place because those trees have been touched by His glorious power. During Easter weekend I went to this place to pray and found several fallan branches that needed to be dragged off. As I was clearing the area, I noticed a huge branch that resembled a cross. The cross in the photo above was made from that branch and a string of rusty barbed wire I pulled off an old fence. While I was trimming the branch for the cross, my Beloved came over to help and the project turned into an awsome act of worship. The cross is buried 3 feet into the ground and stands about 5 1/2 feet above the ground. This cross is amazing to me because the branch fell from one of my precious trees - a true gift from God that touched the tender side of me!