To him who is able to keep you from stumbling
and to present you before his glorious presence
without fault and with great joy—
to the only God our Savior be glory, majesty, power and authority,
through Jesus Christ our Lord,
before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen.
It's been a week and there have been trials. I need to be so joyful, so tipsy on my Savior that I'm ready to be thankful when
1) a sibling still in her twenties has cancer
2) a student's parent yells at me when I have called to help her earn a passing grade
3) my tooth breaks
4) a dear child of God's will not eat because someone injured his spirit and body
5) a friend, a faithful wife, who wants only to be God's servant, is betrayed, broke and still one of the most amazing parents I know.
6) a child of God suffers the spiritual pain to her arms, and then fights back
7) a second student this year from the NE PA area, another teenager, has another case of possible thyroid cancer
8) Everyone seems so needy- my children. My husband. My students. Their parents. The grading. The coursework.
9) Another friend, another priest's wife, another family member struck with cancer.
10) more cancer, more surgery, and so many people I wake up at all hours in nightsweats dreaming of dying and just find myself praying and praying and praying.
Driving home last week, from Michigan, I was preparing for the discussion of Kisses from Katie tonight. (Shout out to the McCulloh's for providing our parish with the book at Nativity, and the hospitality tonight to discuss it.) I was preparing by listening to Kisses from Katie, which seemed, at first, a bit too perky for my melancholic soul. That is until she caught my attention saying:
“Remember, God will never give you more than you can handle.”