His strength is perfect

If I've learned anything since being over here it's that God will never give you more than He knows you can carry. I've seen it in the instance of my roommate and her father being taken off a heart and kidney transplant list. And I thought "I could NEVER go thru with that...I'd be on the first plane home" and God immediately spoke to my heart and said "That's why you're not dealing with it" Anyways, today we learned that Diana, our director at RIA, had to have a hysterectomy (I have NO idea if I spelled that right) and although she knew it was a strong possiblity, I always like to believe that a miracle will happen and didn't think she'd have to go thru w/it. We just found out a few minutes ago that she had just gotten out of recovery and had to have it. And again I said "I could never go thru having major surgery and not having my family around" and God again spoke to me and said "My strength is perfect." Perfect for a person a zillion miles away from their family to go thru something so big. Perfect for a person's father to be so sick and to have to deal with it alone. And I know if anything happens to me or my parents God's strength will be perfect enough for me to deal with it.

Included in this post are the lyrics to that song Held that I have become enamored with. I think it rings true with everything that's been going on over here myself:

Two months is too little.
They let him go.
They had no sudden healing.
To think that providence would
Take a child from his mother while she prays
Is appalling.
Who told us we’d be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved
from nightmares?
We’re asking why this happens
To us who have died to live?
It’s unfair.
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we’d be held.
This hand is bitterness.
We want to taste it, let the hatred numb
our sorrow.
The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley
and tomorrow.
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell
we’d be held.
If hope is born of suffering.
If this is only the beginning.
Can we not wait for one hour
watching for our Savior?