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The truth about trials

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

Gotta admit: not my favorite Scripture verse. Why? Because I think that sometimes God IS giving me more than I can bear. I don't want all this nonsense, stress, upheaval, trials and tests. I want what I think everyone else has: a relatively easy life, a few bumps in the road, but nothing major - or at least, nothing major ALL THE FREAKIN' TIME.

Yet, that is not what God is calling ME to. I don't know why I have what I have in my life. I don't understand it. But if you look at that verse again, God isn't promising us understanding; He is promising us strength, faithfulness, a way out, the ability to bear what comes our way. That's not trivial.

I have a lot of crosses to bear. I'm not trying to play the martyr here, but it's the truth. Sometimes the list seems longer than an eager eight year old's list for Santa. I know there are others with longer lists, and there are others with shorter ones. I don't know why. And I have to know that not knowing is okay. In fact, it's not ours to know. No where in Scripture does God say, "You will see everything clearly in this life all the time." Nope. It's only in our eternal life that we will have a fuller understanding of how God has worked in our life.

I'm not going to lie; that is not always a great comfort to me. When I am beaten down and weary, when I am clutching my rosary and too tired to pray it, when I bow my head before the Eucharistic Lord and cry out, "why??," when I weep for the pain, both physical and emotional - the trials seem far more than I can handle.

But I have to remember that this is not the TRUTH. It is not MY truth, it is not GOD'S truth. The TRUTH is Jesus Christ: the way, the truth and the life. The TRUTH is that promise in the Scripture above: strength, faith, God bearing me up - always, forever. I have to rest in that truth, even when my trials weigh me down. God is faithful - that is all I need.

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