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Strength

During a conversation today with a new friend, the phrase ‘God never gives you more than you can handle’ was said. I had to disagree with her, and pointed out that I believe God provides the strength you need to get through.

That small part of the conversation keeps going through my mind. So, here I am writing. 😁

She was right – God doesn’t give more than I can handle because all the crap doesn’t come from God! God didn’t make my son fall asleep at the wheel and end up in a wheelchair with a TBI. But, God was there, and my son is still alive and continuing to have improvements even after 6 years!

God isn’t giving my husband increased problems with his breathing and blood pressure. God didn’t give my other adult children the crap problems going on that I don’t want to discuss at this time. God hasn’t caused my water heater to leak, or my water softener to be messing up worse every week or all the problems showing up with my car. (Yes, I’m really starting to feel overwhelmed with all the things breaking down!)

But, God is here. Holding me up and giving me strength to get through each day. (I could use a lot more patience though, God, if you’ve got time for that request. 😉)

God is here, giving me hope that things will improve. The psalm says though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil. It doesn’t say set up camp and live there. I am moving on through to the other side!

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Appointments

The oldest, Munchkin, & 1 of my teenage nieces are a couple hours from home today, oldest has his monthly appt.  Last month, his Dr said based on his progress, she fully expects to go to once every 3 months instead on monthly after this one.  

He’s been doing really good, so I’m expecting to not have to make this drive so often.  

Social security

Social security has decided it’s time to review my son’s case. I’ve already filled out one packet of forms and returned those last week, only to get two more thick packets this week. Nothing more depressing than having to relive things, to have to write down what all he could do before the accident and what all he can no longer do. How active he was before compared to now. How he had friends he saw daily before, to now, barely seeing or even hearing from anyone for months on end.
I really hate this.