There was a young man who was at the end of his rope.

Seeing no way out, he dropped to his knees in prayer.

“Lord, I can’t go on,” he said. “I have too heavy of a cross to bear.”

The Lord replied, “My son, if you can’t bear it’s weight, just place your cross inside this room. Then pick out any cross you wish.”

The man was filled with relief. “Thank You, Lord!” he signed, and he did as he was told.

Inside the room, he saw many crosses, some so large the tops weren’t visible. Then he spotted a tiny cross leaning against the far wall.

“I’d like that one, Lord,” he whispered.

“My son,” the Lord replied, “that is the cross you just brought in.”

from Barbara Johnson’s book, Humor Me