I think

I think it was Mother Theresa who made popular the idea that God does not give us more than we can handle, but I am beginning to think that He does. He allows us to come to the very brink of despair and then holds our hands as we plummet to our deaths. We die to ourselves and our notions and then, once we are past ourselves and have experienced more than we could ever have handled on our own, He picks up the pieces and forms them into a being more beautiful and like Himself than the broken one from before. (Of course, we see our new selves and believe that we had something to do with it, forgetting that five minutes ago we were desperate and plummeting to our deaths, and the cycle of despair continues.)

I think though, that if God did not sometimes give us more than we could handle, we would be fully convinced in our own minds that we are capable of living without Him.

.wrecked by the gospel.