Crosses, What's Yours?

Think on This... If it is held . . . as a cross, it will remain as one . . . with individuals where there is in their experience crosses to bear, hardships or surroundings that to them are overpowering, overwhelming, by slights, slurs, and fancies of the inactivity of a coordinating force. If these are held continually as crosses, or as things to be overcome, then they will remain as crosses. But if they are to be met with the spirit of truth and right in their own selves, they should create joy; for that is what will be built.

Reading 552-2  Edgar Cayce

Mr. Cayce has an excellent point in this tidbit.  We are not supposed to suffer endlessly with our challenges.  We are supposed to face them and overcome them.  Unless we adopt them, but then no longer consider them hindrances, others may, but that is their own thing, not yours.

I have had many "crosses" I have carried too long, and complained about to too many people.  That's the thing, it's the complaining and the loathing, it drags us deeper and deeper down into the quagmire of this self-pity.  Oh, boo hoo , why me....

You know what's funny.  I had Leukemia and could have died when my son was a newborn.  (That's not the funny part.)  I was in the hospital on Sept 11, 2001 and saw the second plane hit live on TV.  (That's also not funny.)  I was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer that night. I didn't care, it didn't seem like a big deal at all compared to the tragedy that I witnessed that morning.  (Still not the funny part.)  What's funny is, after all of that and coming through this major ordeal, I freak out over the smallest little things.  If I miss a deadline, or lose a shoe it's panic time.  I get pneumonia and have a lung drained, no big.  Out of toilet paper!  It's the end of the World!

Do you get what I'm saying here?  Things are only the things they are because we have named them to be so.  Pet peeves, dirty little secrets, guilty pleasures, the weight of the world....labels.  You could just as well call all of them Nancy and invite them over for tea.  What is it with our world and labels....I know, I know, I know, it is the organizing function of our RAS filter.....sigh....I think I'll just call it Nancy.  Never met a Nancy I didn't like....