Handle

 We can all target perfection. A way that we wish things could be, or that they used to be.
I talked to a girl who wished time could stop, rewind, erase, then fast forward again. Life had taken some twists and turns, and she wanted to start over with a road map.
As I thought about her in her unique situation, I realized something. God gives us each what we can handle, at the rate we can handle it. It wasn’t perfect back then, because I didn’t know what I’ve learned. And as I learn, I become more fully equipped for His service.
I wonder how often I complain about challenge?