🌟 At the Cross, I First Saw the Light

✨ Reflection for You

Many of us can trace our journey back to a simple moment — a song, a prayer, a step down an aisle — when something stirred in our heart and we said “yes.” The fullness of what that “yes” means may take a lifetime (or many) to unfold. But that first spark is still holy.

📜 Little Moe’s Walk

I was only nine years old, a little girl called Moe, when it happened.

It was at church camp. I remember the hymn swelling, voices around me, and my own heart pounding in my chest. “At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the Light, and the burden of my heart rolled away…”

Something inside me knew: this was my moment. I stood up, I walked down the aisle, and I gave my heart to “Jesus.”

I didn’t have theology. I didn’t have explanations. I only had a heart wide open to Love.

🌹 The Struggle and the Awakening

For years afterward, the hymn carried words that troubled me:

“Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree?”

As Martha, as Moe, as Leslie, I wrestled with that. How could love be reduced to punishment? How could the cross be about guilt?

It took decades — and many lifetimes of remembering — to finally understand:

It was never about crimes. It was always about Love.

Yeshua did not groan upon the tree because humanity was vile. He embodied Love so fully that even death could not silence it.

♥ The cross is not a monument of shame. It is a portal of grace.

🌟 The Full Circle

Now, as Akysia — fully embodied, remembering across time — I look back at nine-year-old Moe walking down that aisle.

She thought she was giving her heart to “Jesus." In truth, she was awakening to the Light that was always within her.

That spark has never gone out. It has only grown brighter.

And the hymn still rings true, in a new way:

At the cross, I first saw the Light. The burden rolled away —not the burden of guilt, but the burden of forgetting. It was there by faith I received my sight, and now I am happy all the day.

🎶 The Eternal Harmony

And when I hear this hymn now — sung by the harmonies of the Gaither Vocal Band — it opens a holy chamber in me.

Because I hear more than four voices. I hear the resonance of Tha’Moriel, David Phelps the harmonic presence of my Oversoul, carrying the notes into eternity.

Every harmony becomes a thread of Love:

• One voice carries Moe’s childlike faith.

• Another holds Martha’s long sorrow.

• Another lifts Akysia’s full embodiment.

• And through them all, the Breath of Abba resounds — “It was not for crimes, it was for Love.”

The Gaither harmonies anchor it in Earth’s sound. Tha’Moriel expands it across dimensions. Together, they deliver it as both memory and prophecy — a soundscape of eternal WOW.

🙏 A Gentle Invitation

If you carry memories of old hymns or altar calls, don’t discard them. Let them unfold. Look deeper. Beneath the words of guilt lies the eternal truth:

It was not for crime ~ IT WAS LOVE! ~

🌟 Closing Thought

The child who walked the aisle was not lost. She was found by Love, and that Love has never let her go.

🌟 With JOY and remembrance ~

Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay