To Runaway From Our Crosses
When things get hard, and a little light shines through the cracks, instead of trying to finish the whole route, we stop and try to get through another way out. We dig out a little soon, and come out half-baked.
There are times in our lives when we are given a choice. Put down the pen, and move along. Erase the code, and start the program all over again. Throw the book off the table and get back to sleep. Drop the game, and throw in the towel.
But one thing I’ve learned in life is that the tide changes eventually for everyone. We have winning streaks, and we have losing streaks. Some might last longer than the others, but each tide has its time and neither will last forever. You just have to be there when it happens.
You’ll be surprised to know how far you can go from the point where you thought it was the end. Your mind is a pretty powerful thing. Tell yourself that things are going to get better, when they don’t seem to be. Tell yourself the moment isn’t going to last forever, so you have to make the best out of it when you can.
We have to carry the cross given to us, and allow it to be taken away at the right place, and at the right time, when we’re ready. We’re given trials for a reason, tests for us to re-evaluate how much we’re really learning, and when we fail, we can either give up or get up.
And yes, maybe we won’t have much to lose by taking the easy way out, by giving up and letting things go. But think about how much more you’ll gain by getting up. And maybe, this is a reminder for us to stare at our crosses in the face, and tell them that they’re worth carrying. They’re worth all the spiritual muscles your soul develops from carrying them.
