I have lost two babies. Jesus held them before I did and I will miss them for all of my days. At some point during both of these periods of loss, I was told – with the sincerest of hearts and the sweetest of comforting intentions – that God wouldn’t give me more than I could handle. I hear this adage handed out still, in all kinds of situations and places, and it strikes a place in my heart that burns quietly.
Because I don’t agree.
I can’t handle the loss of children. Some days I feel I can’t handle my living children. I can’t handle my anxious heart. I wasn’t able to handle an unhealthy job and living situation, I couldn’t handle my mother’s cancer, I can’t handle the injustices facing the voiceless. But here I am, having “handled” all of this and more. Was it because God knew I could, so He piled it on? I don’t think so.
Does He give me more than I can handle? Absolutely, but God doesn’t give us more than He can handle. Do you hear me?
God does not give us more than He can handle.
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I just read your post on InCourage and it blew me away. I’ve been wanting to write all week as I’ve been feeling the exact. same. way – big world problems co-existing with big problems in my small world. I, too, have had two miscarriages, a mother who had cancer, and now a baby girl… Thanks for writing this and putting words to these feelings, and reminding me of the power and goodness of our God who is over them all.
I’ve never thought about it this way but it makes a lot of sense! Thanks for sharing. 🙂