Just when I thought I was rid of this cross!
It struck me today, how much of my attention I focus on alleviating myself of the weight or splinters of my crosses. I think about how great it will be to finally be healed of a health issue. I think of how I am going to improve my personal shortcomings that cause me frustration and discouragement. I think about not having to deal with difficult people.
I think about being rid of pain. Being rid of hassle. Just getting to that one place around the bend when my cares could be cast aside in a more carefree life.
I imagine a life when I have it all together. Seamless. Easy.
Then of course, when the relief doesn't come; when the beams still weigh me down, when the splinters still prick and poke me, I think - wow. I must being doing something wrong.
Still here. On my back. What?
Suddenly it dawns on me. If I only spent as much energy striving to carry my crosses well; with a resigned and accepting heart as I do striving to alleviate them of dreaming of their resolution.
But the reality is, many crosses in our lives will be a persistent reality for the rest of our breaths.
But it doesn't mean we are failing. It doesn't mean God is failing.
It means that we are still walking a long the road to Calvary; the road that leads to sanctification and eternal healing.
We have another day to unite of sufferings to the Cross of Christ. To make His crucified Love present in the world, in the way that only we can do.
We are all Simon. Taking that beam upon our shoulder. Making up for what is lacking.
As long as we have breath.
We are afflicted. We are privileged. To shoulder the beams He bears.