Has it ever occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, all those little “lessons” that were crammed down our throats when we were growing up … that maybe, again just maybe, those little “lessons” were just a bunch of shit?
God doesn’t give us more than we can handle
I call B.S. Big time. Here’s why … I’ve had plenty of moments throughout my life where I’ve fallen off my bike, but gotten back up again. Plenty of times when I’ve dug in deep, found my resolution, and fought my way back. Tomorrow’s another day, blah, blah, blah. But. Now this … without going into details, just know I’ve been slammed into a situation I never could have imagined. And I don’t know what to do, or really, maybe it’s that I know what I need to do, but I can’t. I just can’t. I’m not brave enough.
So God, if you’re listening, I really don’t appreciate this. Not one bit. Because as it turns out, I can’t handle it. And I’m afraid you’ve broken me. Congratulations. Laugh if you must, just know this … my faith is in the toilet, and I just flushed it.
Anyone out there today? Anyone ever been slapped so hard by something they really can’t handle? What did you do? What do I do? Sitting in the corner crying is not an option.