How many times have you heard the saying, “God will not give you more than you can handle”?
If you said “too many”, same here.
Nothing can strike fear in my heart quite as quickly as any situation where the word “if” is involved. It can be one of the most terrifying words in the entire English vocabulary. I’m guessing it can be for some of you, too?
Often, if hangs in the air like a bomb waiting to detonate. That bomb might sprinkle confetti or rain down disaster.
But, OH! How terrifyingly if hangs there.
If this baby has a disability, too. If this precious egg sticks within me.
If I win the competition. If I don’t even place.
If the job ends. If I get the job.
What’s your if?
Because, I can tell you this, whatever it is, there’s an answer to it. An answer that every religion, since religion became a thing, tries to answer differently.
And yet, each answer is essentially the same. Because The Creator of All knows our questions before we ask them. And He is faithful to answer.
In His timing, of course.
Ultimately, that’s what irks this If Asker, the very most. The plotter and planner and want-to-know-right-now-er in me is annoyed that I can’t always know what happens if.
I crave certainty. Stability. Dependability.
“If” provides none of those things.
Sometimes, an answer is for me to know. Other times, times I dread, it’s not. Anxiety could set in so easily, during those times. Two verses that I cling to during a time of waiting for an answer are:
Comfort comes in knowing The One who made each one of us does, indeed, care what happens to us. And, he knows what happens “If”. Not only does He know, He’s got a plan for whichever side of this two-letter word the answer falls on.
Remembering that truth provides a measure of relief, as I consider my desperation for the finality of an answer. It also lifts the burden of trying to figure it all out on my own. There is a time and place for figuring it out, of course. Someone has to decide if we are going to Dairy Queen for dessert or not.
In the grander scheme of life, though, I’m able to breathe a sigh of relief as I remember that most of what I worry my heart over isn’t for me to decide. God’s ability is higher, longer, wider, and deeper than my inability.
So is His love for me.
He knows if this is what I can handle.
God knows if this is what you can handle.
I’m resting right there.