I’m Not Late—God Hid Me for a Reason
The Cross That Carries Me
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We always hear it—
“Carry your Cross.”
But how do you know
if you’re carrying one,
if you’ve dropped it,
or if you’ve silently refused it?
So I turn to the Cross itself.
I dare to ask.
I dare to listen.
Who are You?
Are You just wood and nails,
or are You the echo of my soul’s weight?
What do You look like?
Are You a sickness,
a heartbreak,
a wound nobody sees?
Or are You hidden in the silence
where I choose love when it hurts?
How do I know I’m holding You?
Because my shoulders ache?
Because my plans crumble?
Because I’m misunderstood
even when I meant only good?
Or is it in the restless nights
when prayer feels unanswered,
yet I whisper Your name anyway?
Is it in the letting go of dreams
I thought were mine to keep,
only to find Your fingerprints
on the pieces I surrender?
Is it in the unseen sacrifices—
the smile I give through tears,
the forgiveness that costs my pride,
the patience that breaks me open?
And maybe the Cross answers back,
not in thunder, not in lightning,
but in a whisper only a weary heart can hear:
“You know you are carrying Me
when love costs you something—
and you still choose it.”
From that moment,
I no longer fear my Cross.
I no longer argue with it.
I simply walk with it.
Because the Cross I question—
is the Cross that has always carried me.
And when I finally see that,
only then I know—
I am not dragging You.
I am walking with You.
About the Author
A poet, author, and faith writer who believes words can heal what silence hides. My poetry collections — Inked Emotions, Scattered Feelings Stitched in Ink, and Love Beyond Loss — were born out of seasons of grief, solitude, and deep reflection.
Here on Catholic365, I’ve been humbled to share reflections that have reached hundreds of readers. I write not from a place of perfection, but from a longing to make sense of love, loss, and the quiet ways God speaks into our lives.
Whether it’s a poem, a story, or a small reflection, my hope is that you feel seen, encouraged, and gently reminded that faith isn’t always loud — sometimes it’s found in the waiting, the falling, the starting again.
You can find more of my work at https://about.me/anniedcosta
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