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In the passenger seat, with a blind driver

I feel like I'm just along for the ride, buckled up in the passenger seat.

With a blind guy driving.

I'm white-knuckled and terrified. One of my kids is making such devastating decisions, and he doesn't seem to have any idea what the consequences are. It's like driving around with a blind guy at the wheel.

No trial has come to you but what is human. God is faithful and will not let you be tried beyond your strength; but with the trial he will also provide a way out, so that you may be able to bear it. - 1 Cor. 10:13

That's a hard verse. Yes, it is comforting, in that it assures us of God's faithfulness, but it also means I have to accept that this trial is not more than I can bear, even when it seems to be. Really, God? I mean: REALLY??

I am taken where I do not want to go, doing things I do not want to do. And God is asking me to do them with great love. And patience. And hope. And faith.

I am such a poor disciple, a weak woman. So the only thing I can do is look for what God is providing, and recognize that God is my source of strength, not me.

I also have to recognize this situation ultimately is not about me, but about my child, and do everything I can do to help him see. The best thing of course is prayer, and the hardest thing to do is pray for someone causing so much grief. I want to grab the wheel, shove him out of the driver's seat and get things back on the ride road...but there's free will. And truly, all I can do at this point is pray he will remove the stupid blindfold he has so certainly and tightly tied about his own eyes.

No trial has come to you but what is human. God is faithful and will not let you be tried beyond your strength; but with the trial he will also provide a way out, so that you may be able to bear it. - 1 Cor. 10:13

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