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I drove three hours last month to help my 91-year-old aunt sort through her old photo albums. I expected a long afternoon of names and dates. Instead I got the most important hour of my walk with the Lord. And I have not stopped thinking about it since. I'm 57. I live in a suburb outside Nashville with my husband and a very loud parrot. I work full time, I teach the two-year-olds in Sunday school, and I've been a believer since I was fifteen. If your faith has slowly gone quiet, not gone, just quiet, you know exactly who I am. I need to tell you what she showed me. Because if I had seen it ten years ago, I would have saved myself a lot of empty Sundays. For the last few years, my faith had started to feel like a checklist. Church on Sunday. Devotional most mornings. Prayer before meals. I was doing everything right. I just couldn't feel Him anymore. I tried a new Bible reading plan. A women's conference. Getting up earlier. Nothing changed. It wasn't a crisis. It was just quiet. So when my aunt asked me to come help with her photo albums, I went mostly to get out of my own head. She's 91, sharp as a tack, and she has buried a husband, a son, and most of her friends. And she is the most joyful believer I have ever known. We sat at her kitchen table with a stack of albums, and we started at the beginning. Her baptism, in 1947. Her wedding, at nineteen. Holding her first baby. Standing in front of a new house in 1962. Her fiftieth anniversary. Her son's funeral. Her 90th birthday party. Somewhere around the third album, I noticed something. In every single picture, she was wearing the same little cross. On a thin chain, resting just below her collarbone. Seventy years. Different hair. Different dresses. Different houses. The happiest days of her life and the hardest. Same little cross. I asked her about it. She didn't answer right away. She just started asking me questions. When was the last time you felt close to Him. What's the first thing you do in the morning. When something hard happens, what do you reach for. I told her the truth. My phone, mostly. Then she asked the question nobody had ever asked me. "When you're not at church, and you're not reading your Bible, where is He?" I didn't have an answer. She pulled two photos out of the albums. Her wedding picture from 1952, and a picture from her 90th birthday. She laid them side by side in front of me. "Look at that," she said. "Look at the cross." The same cross. Seventy years apart. "I didn't remember Him every minute of every day," she said. "Nobody does. But He was always right here." She touched her collarbone. "And every time my hand found it, I remembered. On my wedding day. On the day I buried my boy. Every ordinary Tuesday in between." "When faith is part of who you are, you wear it close to your heart every single day. Your faith isn't gone, sweetheart. You've just been keeping it in places you only visit on Sunday." I couldn't breathe. Then she reached over and touched my bare neck. "Get one you can wear for the rest of your life. Don't wait seventy years to start your pictures." I asked her where I could find one that would last that long. She didn't know where to buy one anymore. Hers came from her mother. But a woman in my Sunday school class had told me about Lainly, a small Christian family who doesn't mark up their pieces like other brands. Their whole mission is to put a symbol of God on as many necks as they can, so more of us carry Him every day. They make the Cross and Crown necklace. A little cross for what Jesus did for us, with a small crown wrapped around it because He is King. Made to be worn every day for the rest of your life. I ordered it that night, sitting in my car in her driveway. When it came, they had sent two more, free. That's how they share the blessing. I knew exactly who they were for. Day one. I put it on in the morning and didn't take it off. In the shower. In bed. At work. Week one. In the middle of a stressful meeting, I realized I was holding it. I said a prayer right there at the conference table. Nobody knew. He did. Week two. I gave one of the extra necklaces to my daughter. I told her about the photo albums. Week four. I was teaching my two-year-olds, and one of them reached up and grabbed my cross. "Jesus!" she said. I almost cried in front of the whole class. Week six. I felt Him again during worship. Really felt Him. For the first time in years. Month two. I drove back to see my aunt. I brought the third necklace for my granddaughter, and I brought a camera. We took a picture together, my aunt and me, both of us wearing our crosses. It's the first photo in my new album. That one hour did more for my faith than three years of reading plans. Because my aunt was the first person who didn't ask what I was doing for God. She asked where I kept Him. The necklace is the Cross and Crown from Lainly. It's tarnish free, waterproof and hypoallergenic, so it stays on through showers, sleep, everything. It has a lifetime guarantee, and it comes in a beautiful gift box, ready to give. Over 87,000 women already wear Lainly. And the Lainly family does something I've never seen another company do. For every necklace you get, they send you two more free. Their whole mission is to spread God's love, and the more women carrying a cross every day, the further His Word reaches. So every order becomes a blessing you get to pass on. 👉 lainly.com/products/cross-crown-necklace Please keep your reading plan. Keep going to church. Just add one thing you can carry into every ordinary day. Something your hand can find. You'll feel it before you can explain it. On some ordinary Tuesday, when your hand finds it and you remember He never left. That's what my aunt's pictures were telling me the whole time. I wish I had looked at them years ago. EDIT: Please order directly from their website. 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