I came across a very short story this weekend about burdens and yokes that made me smile - and gave me great perspective.
The story goes like this:
A man once met a boy carrying a crippled lad on his back.
"That's a heavy load you are carrying there," said the man.
"He's not heavy," replied the boy, "he's my brother!"
The moral, of course, is that no burden is ever too heavy when it is received and carried in love.