(Reblogged from May 10, 2012)
Some days the weight of the cross I am asked to bear is excruciating. And by “some days” I mean every single day. The marvelous thing about being human is that the we are both physical and spiritual and so my cross takes a toll both on my spirit and physically on my body. I can feel a literal weight in my chest from my cross. Great isn’t it?
I just need to remember that this is the scourge of my soul, that by it I can be made holy.