Week of March 21

Jesus, my Lord and my God, help me take up my daily cross. I welcome the monotony that often marks my day, discomforts of all kinds, my disappointments, tensions, setbacks and cares. You fell beneath its weight to show me You understand when I fall. Help me, Lord, who try so hard to be good, but whose nature is constantly opposed to walking straight and tall down the narrow road of life. Remind me often that in carrying my cross, I carry Yours with You. Amen.














For He grew up before Him like a tender shoot,
And like a root out of parched ground;
He has no stately form or majesty
That we should look upon Him,
Nor appearance that we should be attracted to Him.
He was despised and forsaken of men,
A man of sorrows and acquainted with grief;
And like one from whom men hide their face
He was despised, and we did not esteem Him.

(Isaiah 53:2-3, NASB)