Wooden cross

While in Wimberly a couple of weeks ago, I saw a wooden cross. It was small compared to the other crosses, only about 6 inches tall about 4 inches across and about 2 inches thick. It was beautiful. It was almost perfect. The lower 2 inches of the bottom of the cross was eaten away. Whether from bugs or tree rot or whatever. It made me think, This is what Jesus was at the moment He took our sins, almost perfect. Just for that instant, he was imperfect, like us. I meant to go back and get that cross. I want that daily reminder on my wall what He did for me. How He became imperfect for me. That He loved me THAT much. Hugs,