May the splintered, heavy and awful, roughly created wooden cross that Jesus carried on that cobbled street that day up to the hill of Golgotha make us want to rise up in our battle and say: Jesus help me climb this mountain; for when I reach the highest point of excursion, exhaustion and pain,
I will surrender my life to the purpose of the cross. It’s purpose is to raise me up. I submit to Your purpose of this mountain. May Your presence never leave me. Carry me Lord. I surrender. Help me not to give up!! But I yield and hold on to the cross. The sacrifice. For I know I will find you there.