Each of us has our own cross to carry…our own trials and tribulations. Each of us at some point in our lives experienced deep pain or sadness…a loss of loved one…betrayal…unfaithfulness…humiliation.
In those times, we feel differently…we act differently. Some put up an invisible wall around themselves not feel it again. Others tried to keep it to themselves, afraid to be ridiculed. A few would resort to harm themselves or others. But for most, they chose to be with their family and be comforted…to heal…to recover…to move on.
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| Taken last June 8, 2014 while finding our way to the Historical Church of our Lady of Namacpacan in Luna, La Union |
I always believe that our own cross was given to us for a purpose.
To teach us a lesson…to hold on…to let go…to fight…to dream…to be steadfast. To challenge us to be the best that we can be. To discover our strength. To accept our weaknesses. To love unconditionally. To give freely. And most of all, to know ourselves.
That each hurdle we passed and conquered, we became stronger…ready to face another battle.
And in all those times, especially during our lowest…when we think we cannot take it anymore…when everything seem hopeless…when all we want to do is give up. There is always someone who never left us. Someone who is just waiting…ready to open His arms and hide us in His loving embrace, long enough to give us the comfort and peace that we need in that moment.
And all it takes is for us to call on Him. To let Him lead the way. To light our path. To carry us, when there is no strength left. To let His will be done unto us.
11 For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.
12 Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you.
Jeremiah 29:11-12
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