Why a Crackerbarrel?


Why Crackerbarrel? Have you ever eaten a cracker without making any crumbs? Neither have I. Life has moments when it seems to crumble about us; it’s then that we need someone to either tell us we have cracker crumbs around our lips or on our chin or to gently clean them off of us if we are incapable of doing it ourselves.

My cracker barrel has had its share of sorrows, joys, and love; my cracker barrel is my heart.  There was a time when my heart was so overwhelmed with life that it was ready to burst. Have you ever wanted someone to love you like no one ever has? I did. I was part of a large family, and had many friends, but there was an emptiness and loneliness that none of them could fill. Then one night I met the only Person who could fill what my heart was missing. He came to me through a phone call from a friend who I hadn’t spoken to in many years. That faithful friend’s phone call told me that I was loved.

Since that time I’ve been loved as I’ve longed for. My heart has been filled with Him and from Him I will never depart. That Friend, that Person is Jesus.

This cracker barrel heart, while it continues to live, will have joys and sorrows, but I won’t meet them alone. No, I have a Friend who walks alongside me and shares everything with me. Sometimes He holds my hand, sometimes He puts His arm around me, sometimes He lets go of my hand; but I’m never alone. He has promised to go through the waters with me, and He has. He is a faithful and loving Friend.

I encourage you, the next time your cracker barrel heart needs comforting and love, to consider asking my Friend, Jesus, to comfort and love you.

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1 Response to Why a Crackerbarrel?

  1. Daniel Aucutt says:

    Greetings Maryofthelights

    Thank you for sharing this heartfelt testimony. Your analogy comparing your heart to a crackerbarrel gave me food (or crackers) for thought. For a minute, or maybe two, your title caused me to envision a cozy Crate & Barrel store, filled with gleaming cooking utensils, fired with the color of Trader Joe’s brown eggs and suspended from a vaulted celing, floating over a sea of wicker ware strewn everywhere. The scent of fresh sandal wood and incense filled the air and I reclined on a peach colored hammock, swinging to the rhythm of Chinese chimes chiming charmingly by a red brick chimney…very nice…thank you for sharing your testimony and I look forward to more to come.

    Cheers & God Bless!

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