When you reach the end of your rope then a new one must come forth
‘Cause everyone needs a hand to hold onto sometimes.
When all you can see is a dark web of experience, a broken road underfoot
Then we must cling to a crossbar strong enough to last forever.
When your body is broken, unreliable, and shaking with ravages of illness
There is no reason not to grab a hold of something eternal, transcendent, permanent, sublime.
When the pain begins as your eyes open and close each day, each night
Trust that these are a consequence of our fallen world, not your curse tender child.
When hopes get dashed over and over and over and over again
Re-examine what you are hoping for . . . the journey is alas, laced with gold.
When “challenges” plague you that would dwarf the average soul next door
Walk your own path with eyes fixed on your Maker Who is holding your heart.
When all hope is gone it is actually the perfect time Gentle Reader
To cling to our risen Christ, borne from an old rugged Cross, waiting in earnest to love you through it all.
When one day the suffering ends and your exasperation is but ashes on the dirty ground
Know that to finish well, not pretty or neat, is its own just reward. We’ve got this. He’s got us. And all will be made well.