When met with what a person perceives to be a cross, a burden or trial, we often examine ourselves more carefully. It is because of these crosses that we are familiar with the blessings that enrich our lives more fully. My maiden name “Kraus” was frequently mispronounced by telemarketers spanning the globe as “Cross”. At first, I was upset at the inference that my identity represented something so difficult. I later learned that with the most weighted crosses came the opportunity to focus on so many more blessings. Today marks two weeks that I have been a widow to a man I felt worthy of carrying life’s crosses with me. In the midst of depression, confusion and anxiety, I find myself grasping for the smallest of blessings to hold on to. I have already been so amazed at the presence of kindness and mercy up to and following this tragic time. After becoming attuned to the importance of sharing in each other’s trials, I am trying my best to stay present and aware of the blessings I experience in every moment. The impact of tragedy is softened by the blessing of friendship, then the human heart can more easily continue in its quest for harmony with others.
Blessings From Crosses 