This morning when I was praying, I imagined placing my failures, cares and needs in the cups of my hands and laying them down on the ground of Calvary at the foot of the Cross. I have done this before. In my imagination of this process, in the past, I laid them down on the dirty, dry, barren ground with a rugged piece of wood sticking out of that arid, rocky and dusty place.
That was not the vision that appeared in my mind today. What appeared was not a dry, dusty, rugged, rocky spot, but a blood soaked hill waiting for my failures, cares and needs.
There is nothing, no nothing as pure or as redeeming as the precious blood of God. It never fails, it never gives up, it never walks out on me.