“God won’t give you anything you can’t handle.”
My friend was trying to comfort me after listening to the stream of bad news I had received over the past few weeks. He went to shake my hand.
“Ugh,” he said, “that looks pretty bad.” He looked at the purple-yellow swollen mess I call my drawing hand.
I smiled and said, “It’s alright. Good things come from the worst moments.”
Yeah, I know that sounds trite, but I honestly believe it. And I felt slightly comforted by his attempt to cheer me up. I filed it under, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
Actually, I generally believe bad things are good because they force you to change. I’ve never changed when I’m comfortable.”
So God is giving me things I can handle. But I also think He is helping me change for the better. And that’s the good in the bad.
I shook his hand with my injured hand and felt the shock of pain. That pain will make me stronger. I will do rehab and make my hand stronger. I will appreciate my ability to draw more.
I will get better.
And I can handle that.