Sometimes it’s hard. You know. Getting up. Getting up when you’ve been knocked down. Getting up when have spent everything you’ve got. Getting up to do it again. Somedays the bravest thing you will do is get out of bed and try again. It’s a dangerous thing going out your front door every morning. You never know what will come. You feel you can slow down and take a break, and then suddenly realize that you can’t and that feeling almost breaks you. Keep going. You don’t want to hear that, but you must keep going.
When Jesus fell on the road to Golgatha He did not keep laying there. He got up, and God sent Him a man named Simon to help Him carry the cross.
God will sent us someone to help us carry the cross as well. His name is Jesus.
Keep going. You CAN do this!
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I am a young woman who grew up in British Columbia. In BC was all I ever wanted; I had my poodle (Max) and all my friends, Saturdays at the Vancouver Aquarium and Sunday afternoons at one of my favorite beaches it was paradise. But God had a different plan for my life and my dad's job landed us in Alberta and now where I remain, in small town Souris Manitoba. The transitions from paradise to prairie were difficult and I will admit that now 10 years later I still refer to home as Abbotsford BC. Through this crazy pathway trek across Canada I have had one true constant, God; and though none of it was easy, everything that has happened in my life has formed in me a true lasting friendship with the one I call Immanuel. Because no matter how far from home we are God is with us, and thanks to God I have found an almost completely over looked beauty in Manitoba. If you open your eyes you will see that God has planted wondrous things everywhere you go.
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