Love At The Cross
Sometimes my camera just doesn’t pick up on what my heart sees. So with the help of a little Photoshop, I made a couple of adjustments to this image I took in August. This hill overlooks the land I grew up on, and the one cross on this hill was hauled, drug, pushed and pulled there by my father. It’s a special sight for me, as it represents love from my father on earth and from my heavenly father.
