“God doesn’t hand you stuff you cannot handle.”
“Don’t pray for an easy life; pray to be a strong
person.”
These are two sayings which
people like to throw around in times of trouble but I have to admit that I disagree
with them.
In general, I don’t think God
hands anybody bad stuff. Maybe once in a while, for reasons only He
understands. But I think bad stuff happens to us because we live in a sinful
world and we mess up and sometimes Satin just wants to mess with us. If it were
true that God didn’t hand you more than you could handle, people wouldn’t
commit suicide, have mental breakdowns or turn to drugs and alcohol to cope.
I also don’t think we should
pray to be strong. I think we should pray for God to be strong for us. I think
we should pray to be weak so that we turn to God to lift the burdens that we
bare. If we are strong we won’t have the need to ask for God’s help.
My week has gone downhill
considerably since Dino wrote here on Wednesday. At that time, I didn’t have a
clue what pain was or how bad this was going to get. I did not anticipate
writhing in pain three mornings in a row, trying to figure out how to get out
of bed when my hip was so cramped up that I got into awkward positions from
which I could not extract myself. I didn’t think I would be calling the ER
doctor at seven o’clock Saturday morning, asking, begging for him to give me
something. (There are perks to working in a medical clinic, and if I have lost
every chip on the table, I am not above playing that card.)
I’ve been praying,
negotiating, begging, bargaining, you name it. Trying to find God in this. And
terrified that the bursitis in my right leg will not be gone completely by a
week from right now. From right now. When I get on that plane for an eight-hour
flight to London, followed by an eight-hour flight to Nairobi, which anyone who
has ever flown, knows can be physically draining when you are in top shape. Get
on a plane when you are already gimpy and you are asking for trouble.
Which of course leaves me
asking, am I really even supposed to go to Kenya?
I keep telling God, hey, Big
Guy, just send me an email or a text. I’m really not a fan of pain and I am not
so good at subtly. You gotta send me a clearer sign than this.
There’s so much riding on
this trip and I know that the stress I am putting on myself is part of the
problem. Hakuna Matata. I just need
to relax and stop fretting. Everything is going to be okay. The trip will go
off without a hitch and we will accomplish all our goals.
We’ll do all kinds of research
and come up with a great plan for helping the kids at the school at the IDP
camp. We’ll get a budget together to bring home and share with area businesses
who will want to sponsor the next trip that Tumaini Volunteers takes. We’ll set
the bar for the future of Tumaini Volunteers as a caring organization making a
difference in East Africa. And see, right there, all that pressure I put on
myself.
Argh. So what exactly does
God have to say?
Be glad for all God is planning for you. Be patient in
trouble, and prayerful always. (Romans 12:12 Living Bible)
So, there ya go.
1 comment:
Oh my daughter made me the same copper what-you-may-call-it! I love it and have it hanging in my writer's room! :) Such a nice post! Bless you!
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