If you’ve spent any time in Christian circles, you’ve heard the platitude: God never gives you more than you can handle.
Baloney. I’m certain whoever invented this statement didn’t have kids. My drama queen toddler princess is more than I can handle. My tendency to over-analyze every situation is more than I can handle.
But God’s grace. His refusal to leave me in the state I’m in. This is what allows me to rise each time my face hits the ground and I wonder, “What now, God?”
Often, I forget this truth and need an in-your-face reminder. This happened a few weeks ago, when I was preparing for a writer’s conference. It was my first time flying solo in three years.
There are few things that give me more anxiety than traveling alone.
The commute in bumper to bumper traffic, the million things to remember and my tendency to predict endless worst-case-scenarios all combine to make me a tinge crazy. Or annoying. Or both.
So when my husband asked me a question that prevented a complete disaster the night before my flight, instead of praising, I panicked.
“Are you flying out of Dulles or Reagan?” he asked.
Good question. I’d scheduled my flight months before and had it in my head that I was flying out of Dulles. Since we live over two hours from a major airport, I’d even booked a hotel near Dulles. I had my whole morning planned out to make it as stress-free as possible.
I would take the free hotel shuttle. Check.
I would leave my car at the hotel parking. Check.
I would arrive at the airport two hours early instead of at the last possible minute. Double check.
Now, I was checking my itinerary and realized- my flight was out of Reagan. Before I go any further, let me say I did thank God for my husband’s question and the fact we made this discovery before I arrived at the wrong airport.
But then, frustration over my mistake turned to more anxiety. More predicting other things that could go wrong.
I barely slept the night before my flight, convinced my alarm would fail.
The commute would take too long, and I’d miss my plane.
When I got to the airport, my flight was delayed not once, but three times. As I sat there worrying once again about the unknown, God graced me with an unexpected gift. A break from all the chaos in my overactive mind.
She sat down right next to me in the terminal, eating Five Guys. At first, I was annoyed. God help me, but I interact with people at airports as little as possible. Then she started talking and I thought of my grandmother, who passed several years ago.
She was a grandma and was traveling alone too, all the way from Germany. Her courage to do something she admitted was difficult moved me. We showed each other pictures of our families laughed at the endless plane maintenance announcements that normally freak me out.
Our conversation gave me space to breathe. A break from the what ifs and the anxious thoughts. And I realized: God was with me, and I could do this, flight delays, interruptions and all.
But here’s the key- I had to slow the speed of my mind enough to see his grace. To see his provision. And when this elderly woman sat down, he allowed me to see what I was missing.
Sometimes faith requires us to change our “What if” mentality to “If God” solidarity.
If God is with me, I am never alone.
If God in Control, I don’t have to try to control the unknown.
If God calls me to do something, he won’t leave me out to dry.
God never gives you more than you can handle? Sorry, friend, but it’s a lie. Nowhere in scripture does he say this.
But he does say,
My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.
2 Corinthians 12:9 NIV
Each day we wake up is filled with plenty we can mess up, over think, over do and run from in fear. But when our mess meets God’s perfect love and we allow him in, anything is possible.
Even travel to a new city, completely alone, to a conference where you don’t know a soul.
This is not because we’re in control, friends. It’s because we allow God to be. And I thank him each day he takes this girl a little further out of her comfort zone.