Bad things come in three's

On Thursday night, at RUF, one of the freshmen from my Bible study said "Bad things come in three's." So, depending on how you count, they could be over . . .

Depending on how you count.

1. My dad in the hospital
2. My car ignition
3. The Bears
4. The bad car accident on Thursday
5. My broken heart -- life breaks hearts, doesn't it?

But thoughout it all, I have a much longer list of ways He has blessed me. My dad is alive. I have good car insurance. No one died in the car accident -- not even a broken bone. Gail. Sarah. Andrea. Ross, Jenny and Avery. Everyone who cares about me.

This morning, I spilled milk on the stairs on my way up. The first thing I thought of? Today is Saturday. The last day in my unlucky week. Saturday to Saturday, one week. I think tomorrow's going to be much better.

He doesn't give us anything we can't handle, right?

Right?

Mountains

What do you do when things don't go as you planned?

My dad is in the hospital, again. Six years ago, when I was 14, I went through the very same motions in my brain. Fear for my dad's life. Fear for my life as I know it. Fear for my mom, my sister. Trusting in God. Then, the picking up of the puzzle pieces begins. It's going to be a long road ahead. I feel like I did six years ago. Just as little control over the situation, just as little ability to keep my life together.

A country song goes like this: "The Good Lord gave us mountains so we can learn how to climb." It's true. But somehow, I still don't feel good at climbing, even though I've been climbing for a long, long time.