Once again, I was greatly uplifted by this small, but incredible book. Today's entry was a perfect picture of how the cross that we are made to bear in this life is tailored for each individual person by the hand of God. The story was about a worn out woman who thought the cross that she was made to bear surely was heavier than the crosses of others, so she wished that she could carry the cross of another instead of her own. The account that follows is from a dream that the woman had...
She was taken to a place where there were many different crosses from which to choose. There were various shapes and sizes, but the most beautiful one was covered with jewels and gold. "This I could wear with comfort," she said. So she picked it up, but her weak body staggered beneath its weight. The jewels and gold were beautiful, yet they were much too heavy for her to carry.
The next cross she noticed was quite lovely, with beautiful flowers entwined around its sculptured form. Surely this was the one for her. She lifted it, but beneath the flowers were large thorns that pierced and tore her skin.
Finally she came to a plain cross without jewels or any carvings and with only a few words of love inscribed on it. When she picked it up, it proved to be better than the rest, and the easiest to carry. And as she looked at it, she noticed it was bathed in a radiance that fell from heaven. Then she recognized it as her own old cross. She had found it once again, and it was the best of all, and the lightest for her.
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