We each have been given crosses of varying weights and sizes. My concern when it comes to other peoples cross ends at prayer and assistance. Their crosses are not mine to judge or even describe. When it comes to my cross, my concern is to carry it like Jesus; with tenacity, with dignity and without complaint. As for you reading this, I simply must remind you that Jesus sees you. He knows your cross. He can see all the things no one else can, and he’s so proud of the way you carry what you carry. He knows you fall, he knows that. He’s not ashamed of your falling, he’s proud of your rising. He knows that other people have looked at you and judged you, but did so without knowing about the cross you carry. It breaks his heart. He cries with you. Your cross is heavy, I know and he knows it too. But what he also knows that you and I can’t until heaven, is the way it gives him glory. The way it’s preparing you for heaven. The way it shines his light in a particular way that we would all be lost without. So, carry that cross. Carry it well. Be proud of that heavy, ugly blood stained piece of wood. It’s helping him save you. It’s helping him save the world. #talkedtotheboss