The past three weeks have been the most difficult I have ever gone through. As trying as the last three weeks have been for me, I know some people who have dealt with far more for far longer.
As I sat there finishing my coffee, I wondered what really changed – them or me? All four of us are hurting but we’re all too attached to being that happy family that we’re afraid to talk about it.
I can’t accept that our smiles are completely honest anymore. Sometimes I wonder if we’re afraid to even admit it to ourselves.
But insipid axioms do little in the face of the actual brokenness of the world.
It is more courageous to ask the hard questions of God and wait for him to answer than it is to find hope on the side of coffee mug.
I didn’t decide to drum on my dick, it just happened.
That is how I’m going to attempt to write my thoughts too.
Now that I have said how I feel, let me back up this argument with some actual Biblical evidence.
This particular statement, that “God won’t give you more than you can handle,” isn’t even in the Bible. 1 Corinthians says, “No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to humankind. Later, Paul will write it is when he is weak that the strength of Christ is seen.
Although it all looks the same to me as I sat at the table this morning, nothing feels the same.