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"I'll Keep My Cross, Thank You!"

There's a story about a man who had a cross to bear. He carried it around, but complained the whole time. He went to God and said, "Lord, please take this cross from me." The Lord showed him a door and said, "Go in that room and choose any cross you'd like." The man was so excited! He went in the room and began to look around. There were crosses of every size and shape, and they were huge! The man finally picked up a small cross that was propped up by the door. God told him, "That's the same one you walked in with!"

That story sums up how I feel right now. Life has a way of showing you that no matter how monumental your problems seem to you, they are insignificant in the general scheme of things. Today I got a call from a friend of mine. She told me that one of our other friends, who was due to deliver her first child via C-section on Mother's Day, had lost her baby.

Even though I'm not close to this particular friend, I was hurt by the news. I was actually very excited about her impending motherhood. She and her husband grew up together and got married after she graduated from college. They've been working and saving and getting themselves ready to be parents. Unlike most people who just happen to get pregnant, this couple had made preparations. In other words, they did everything right. That's why the news of their loss is so ugly to me.

Now, instead of bringing home their son, this sweet couple will be mourning his loss. I ask you to join me in praying for them.


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