The crosses in my life are tailor made for me by God. He has given them to me because He knows that there is something that I need to learn through them, because of them, in spite of them. I can fight them, I can complain about them, I can try to escape from them, but until God wants them out of my life, they will remain.
I can compare my crosses to others. Compared to some they loom large, but lately, from what I've seen coming across my screen, they seem so tiny, so insignificant. Yet I struggle to carry some of them.
Some are easy; just an annoying blip on the radar screen of my life. Some of them, though, are so heavy. I know I need to embrace them because once I do there will be peace and joy. Yet I cannot seem to do that all the time.
There are good days and there are bad days. On the good days I see these crosses as a challenge; I can face them head on. On a bad day they weigh me down and threaten to bury me. When that happens I have found that a few things help to get me through those times:
* Of course prayer. Without God, nothing is possible. I cannot carry the weight of the cross on my own. I depend entirely on His grace. Sometimes it seems slow in coming, so I wait as patiently as I can.
* Exercise. Yes, I have found that some good ole vigorous exercise is good for the spirit. It gets those endorphins flowing and I just feel better. The hardest part is starting.
* Being thankful. On bad days I try very hard to think of all of the things I am thankful for and all of the things that God has blessed me with. I can also be thankful for the crosses that God has NOT sent me.
There are days when I try all of these and I STILL feel the weight. That is when I retreat into the quiet of my soul and just wait. I know that it will pass eventually. I go through my day saying as little as possible so as to do the least amount of damage possible. At the end of the day, I beg God for more Grace and hope that tomorrow will be better.