Years ago my dear friend, Jeanne, taught me to make palm crosses. Since then I gather M-A-N-Y palms the night before Palm Sunday and begin what has (almost) become an obsession. Last night I made several dozen so that I could hand them out today. As I make them I cannot help but ponder how different each one is. And I relate it to the fact that each of us carries our own cross…..and no two are the same.
Jeanne mentioned to me this morning "did u ever notice how the small ones are harder to make than the larger ones?" There is tremendous wisdom in those words. So often it is the nagging "little" problems that we drag around each day which drain our energy, tripping us up as we journey, leaving us depleted. So how do we revive our spirits? Through prayer and meditation? Through journaling? Taking a walk….relaxing in a soothing bath….listening to music….reading something inspirational? Just as our crosses are different , so, too, are our ways of coping with them (and I think most people would not trade their cross for another's….at least that's what the statistics show).
As we enter this final week of Lent, perhaps we can spend a little quiet time each day thinking about what our crosses are made up of…..and how we can better "shoulder" them….. and remember that Jesus walks with us, helping us with our burdens
Rusty married her high school sweetheart, Jim. They have four children and seven adorable