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Can you tell by my three smiley faces?
I have been pondering this blog series for a while now and I am happy to say that today is the day for it to begin. It is not going to be a weekly post (yet), but I am hopeful that it will turn into that. But that doesn't matter. What DOES matter is that this little adventure is going to be awesome, amazing, inspirational, and well, those three words sum it up perfectly.
Again, I am SO excited about this and don't want to wait any longer. So without further adieu, let me introduce Sara Isom.
I know it was really hard for Sara to condense her experiences into 500 words or less and her story is so much more than this little post will be able to share with you. So please, check out her full story on her blog, Carrying An Angel.
(Just FYI, make sure you have some tissues handy when you do...)
I Can Do Hard Things- Sara Isom
I had a friend once tell me that after you lose a child, it's hard to relate to anyone who says they have had a bad day. It's like you can't relate to life on any sort of normal any more. I've had some pretty awesome "bad days" since my son died. Days that sincerely left me wanting to curl up in a ball under my bed and never, ever come out.
Still, those days didn't compare to the day I held the body of my son--lifeless and cold. His sudden birth and death, forced our family to the mercy of others. Things such as child care, comfort, and overall friendship were desperately needed.
So when we moved to Texas, not knowing a soul, with my husband leaving 10 days later for a week long training to prepare for deployment---I thought, "I got this."
I've heard that everything goes wrong when a spouse deploys. I didn't expect it to happen when he was just gone for a week. I'm two days in and BAM: I broke the sprinkler system on our rental by running over one of the heads, I had a nest of huge spiders on my front porch trying to invade my house (I am panic attack level afraid of spiders), my daughter flushed a huge wad of toilet paper down the toilet and clogged it and then tried to flush it 5 times, and I still have mounds of boxes to unpack.
The spiders were the last straw and I had to call a friend to come kill them to even get inside my house.
Feeling defeated I said, “I think Satan sends me spiders wherever I move”.
My friend turned to me and said, "The Lord only gives you what you can handle".
I snorted. "Handle? I sure didn't handle this well. I couldn't even get inside my house without calling you to come and kill a spider (or 10)".
"See you handled it", he said with a slight grin.
I searched his smirk for some sort of sarcasm, but he was completely sincere.
Suddenly it clicked.
God really does only give us what we can handle. However, He doesn’t expect us to handle it alone. You see, when terrible, no good, very bad things happen, God allows us to experience just part of the living angels around us. Not to mention the legions of angels around us that we can’t see.
When my son was diagnosed and later passed, I was shocked at the number of gifts, cards, flowers, texts, messages, dinners, etc that were given to us. Miracles and amazing acts of service were given daily.
As for my more recent bad day, someone I met at church asked if she could help unpack boxes, another lady I had never met asked if she could come pick up the empty boxes and then offered to fix my springer system, AND it was her husband who saved me from my spider near death experience (and also had the amazing insight).
The toilet is still clogged, BUT I did stop it from overflowing.
Or at least he knew that with the help of the league of Angels, both seen and unseen, He would help me handle it.
Tackling hard things one moment and one day at a time.
Have I mentioned that this guest blogger series is going to be amazing? :)