Is anything too hard?

We've all been going through drama, haven't we? We get buried up to our eyeballs, and we think we're the only on who is having a problem--sorry! not a problem--a challenge. Or maybe you don't do it the way I do: get in too far before you realize you could have called for help long ago.

I'm taking two online courses this summer in preparation for a program I'm hoping to take in the fall. In the meantime, my meds have been way out of balance. The professor for one of the classes expects us to spend about 15-18 hours a week on her class. Well, it took me more than 30 to get the work done, and it was grueling. 30, because it was so hard to do. Then, I had to get to the other class. That was 7-10. And it was agony.

FINALLY, I realized, God made my brain. Well, as my daughters used to say, like duh. I could ask him for help. My Creator. During one of my middle-of-the-night awake spells, I thought of this, and asked my Lord, my Maker, the God of the Universe to bring me relief and help. And of course he did.

I was able to get help medically and academically this week. Everything is taking longer to do. It is humbling. I am used to being the jackrabit, and I am forced to be the turtle. God has lessons for my pride, here, along with the others.

It also (finally) occurred to me that I might sleep better if I put scripture into my mind right before bed. Not a new thought, but really useful. Searching for a passage, of course what seemed like a random spot now makes complete sense. Abraham and Sarah in Genesis 18. Their longing for a child was so much harder for them than my miserable week last week. They had been promised a son for 25 years, and they had seen nothing. But pain is pain. When it's yours, it's huge.

Then Abraham and Sarah had the three visitors, including the Lord himself, to tell them the wait was over. Sarah laughed in surprise that Abraham and she would be physically able to produce a child (really not unreasonable at their ages).

v13"Then the Lord said to Abraham, "Why did Sarah laugh and say, 'Will I really have a child, now that I am old? Is anything to hard for the Lord? I will return to you at the appointed time next year and Sarah will have a son."

What jumped out at me is the sentence from the Lord: Is anything to hard for the Lord? The implication is a firm NO! No a child at 90, not my problems--challenges, not yours.

NOT ANY THING. Praise God. I've written it on an index card and I'm carrying around. How about you?