No more than I can handle

The life to me is granted as a bundle
of sweet and bitter moments to explore.
God gives me no more than I can handle,
all what I can endure - no more.

But when my burdens crush beyond my bearing,
to Christ I'm crying out in despair,
and then His hands, so gentle, strong, and caring
lift up my load, answering my prayer.

The hours of sorrow and darkness,
when Satan, the accuser, mocks and taunts,
were necessary for my heart's catharsis
to purify my feelings and my thoughts.

By going through trouble, doubt, and pain
I learn what is important, what is dross.
A snake's skin, my aspirations vain
are shed together with my every loss.

I'm trying to perceive the hidden purpose
of each event, and this is what I see:
by trusting God, by being at His service,
He shapes my soul, makes a better me.

I learn to deal with every new temptation,
relying humbly on my Father's Word,
His perfect will without explanation,
and by embracing teachings of my Lord.

I learn to live with harassment and pressures,
forgiving them, who cannot live in peace.
The present moments can become more precious,
when waves of attacks on me decrease.

I learn that every pain has its limits, -
the Lord, in all His wisdom, brings relief,
I separate genuine from gimmicks
and, turning pages, welcome a new leaf.

The life to me is granted as a bundle
of sweet and bitter moments to explore.
God gives me no more than I can handle,
all what I can endure - no more.

22.02.2021