February 27, 2026

My Journey to God

Crosses of His Choosing

This Lent, deciding my own sacrifices
of body and mind, let me not be blind
to the times God gives me crosses.

I rise from bed, worn out, yet with work to do
or I’m sick with flu and wondering how to get through
today and tomorrow. Or suddenly I lose a friend
to death and droop in sorrow.

Look for crosses? Why not take the ones at hand?
God alone needs to know how tired I really am and
pains of head and stomach can be suffered
for someone for whom no-one prays. In obedience
I can accept the loss of a much-loved face
by thanking God for the grace of having shared my friend’s life
and blessing the knife of loneliness, whose wound
is the price of love.

Lord, don’t let me ignore crosses of Your choosing
and so risk losing chances to draw near to You.
Let my head be bent and my mouth not complain.
If I could, I would offer them to spare You, Lord,
a tiny portion of Your saving pain.

By Sandra Behringer
 

(Sandra Behringer is a member of St. Luke the Evangelist Parish in Indianapolis.) †

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