Our cross to bear

You know, you hear the phrase

"that's my cross to bear"

and it makes it sound like a

bad thing.  That's how people

mean it, too.  On Sunday (I know,

I'm a little slow) the pastor pointed

out something I'd never thought of

before.  Our cross to bear is the

things that bring Glory to God.

Witnessing, being there when someone

needs a friend, visiting someone

who is sick or shut in.  I never realized

that before.  But think about it-Christ's

cross to bear DID bring Glory to God.

Bearing our cross is a good thing,

not a bad thing.  I know I don't really

do much for the Kingdom.  I'd like to

be better at witnessing, but each of

us has things that we are better at than

others.  Witnessing is not a strong

point for me.  The body is made up

of many parts, both the human body

and the body of Christ.  You can't make

an arm take the place of a leg.  Each 

part has an important part to play.

So what is my cross?  I guess I'd

have to think about that for a while.

I'm sending this to Robin to send

to Mya's family.  On the inside it says

"thinking of you at this difficult time"

Doesn't that sound so feeble?  It's 

definitely  a difficult time.  What do

you say to someone who is suffering?

I just can't fathom the pain of losing

a child, especially one so young.

The fact is that I have been thinking

of them and praying for them.  It's a heartfelt

sentiment, but it just sounds hollow 

considering what they're going through.

I'm getting tired of making sympathy

cards.  I can't wait until there will

be no more sorrow, tears and death!