This
Cross, this chunk of
tree,
is what My Father chose for me.
The
crosses you must bear
are largely products of your daily life.
And yet My Father chose them, too,
for you.
Receive
them from His hands.
Take
heart, my other self,
I will not let your burdens grow
one ounce too heavy for your strength.
My
Jesus, Lord, I
take my daily cross.
I welcome the monotony
that often
marks my day,
discomforts of all kinds,
the
summer's heat, the winter's cold,
my
disappointments, tensions, cares.
Remind
me often that
in carrying my
cross,
I
carry
yours with you.
And
though I bear a sliver only
of
your cross,
You carry all of mine,
except
a
sliver, in return.