Trust

I know God will not give me anything that I can't handle.
I just wish He didn't trust me so much.
~Mother Theresa~

Boy, do I know that feeling.

I'm nervous. I'm not working yet. Bills are piling up, money is tight. And today, the van broke down again. Yep. The van broke down again. But this time she broke down in Aurora, which is about an hour away, on the other side of Denver. I was taking the Divas to KidSpree. It seemed like a good idea at the time, a festival for kids with free activities and entertainment. And I really thought the Magic Bus would be all right. We were almost to Aurora when she died the first time. And we were actually on our way into the mall parking lot to catch the shuttle to the park, when she died the fourth and final time, and made it clear to me that she would not be revived without some serious mechanical attention. Thank God for AAA, and for the wonderful and helpful people at Aurora Hills Automotive; it will be fixed within the week. Moreover, thanks to the lovely, talented and unbelievably generous Chelle, who is funding the repairs since I have no income.

Now, I know that all of this is happening for a reason. And I know that God, Great Spirit, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, or whatever you call your version of Supreme Being(s), has a reason for putting me through this. And I know that whatever S/He has in store for me is no more than I can handle. But sometimes... I think S/He overestimates my capabilities.