A couple stopped by our house today and Brian said they needed their air fixed.  We went to help and when we got there I realized it was a friend who had given us many gift cards to help us since Brian had his stroke.  I had never met her and it was her parents that stopped by so the connection had not been made at first.  She had lost her husband to cancer last year and was paying it forward when she helped us out.  As Brian fixed the air conditioner she and I talked and shared stories.  It seemed like we had know each other forever.  The best thing she said was she hated it when people would say, "God never gives you more than you can handle."  I said so true and she said she often looked up and said I've had enough and I can't handle any more.  For some reason I can't get that out of my head today.  I am blessed to have 3 wonderful children, a home to live in, and my husband is alive, but somehow I wonder how much more does God expect me to handle?