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Giving me more than I can handle

I know God won't give me anything I can't handle;I just wish he didn't trust me so much.  -Blessed Mother Teresa of Calcutta

There are times in our lives when we feel overwhelmed:  all the kids are crying, the dog threw up, the spouse is gonna be late from work, and you've had a sore throat all day.  Or maybe your overwhelmed looks like:  the files just went all over the floor, the budget is due on your boss's desk in twenty minutes, your cell phone battery is dead, and you just noticed that the zipper on your pants is broken.

Then there is the truly overwhelmed:  the doctor calls and tells you she wants to see you right away.  The doors to the OR swing behind your child on his way to surgery.  The bank is foreclosing. 

These are the times when we want to look up at Heaven and scream,  "Why??"  And in fact, sometimes we do.  At least I know I do.

I navigated through my first couple of decades under the assumption that if I played by the rules, I would be rewarded.  Of course, not playing by the rules meant sure damnation.  That is, if I did all the things that God told me I needed to do to be a Good Catholic Girl, then all the things that a Good Catholic Girl was supposed to get would come to me.  I'd marry the Perfect Guy (ok, that much I got), have a bunch of babies the old-fashioned way, be the ultimate homeschooling mom, bake cookies daily and train dogs for visits to hospitals and nursing homes.

Cue the celestial laughter.

I still try hard to be a Good Catholic Girl, but now I know the truth:  playing by the rules won't give you the perfect life.  There is no perfect life, at least here on this earth.  Instead, there is a leaky bucket, a dog that throws up, a boss that yells and zippers that break.  I got a bunch of babies, but they didn't come the old-fashioned way, but they did come with speed-dial to a slew of mental health professionals.  And some days, maybe even today, it is seemingly more than I can handle.

There are lots of ideas and theories as to why this is.  We call it Original Sin.  We think that God is testing or teaching us through these trials.  We believe some people (not us, of course) deserve punishment for sin and evil, or that some people (not us, of course) did something horribly, horribly wrong and deserve the circumstances that they are in. 

We get left with the question:  "Why do bad things happen to good people, and good things happen to bad people?"  I dunno.  (Sorry if you thought I'd have some mystical insight.  Better minds and souls than mine have come up empty on this question.)

Here's what I do know.  I know that life is hard - for some people more than others.  That we all deserve kindness.  That none of us truly know what is going on in the house next door or down the street.   That most people do the best they can in the most trying of situations.  That God is with us, and He trusts us.

That God is with us, and He trusts us.

That God is with us, and He trusts us..


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