Falling

I stuck my leg out as my son fell forward running towards me today. He cried and cried because my leg hit his face and it hurt. What he didn't know was that if I didn't stick my leg out, his face would have collided into the corner of our TV stand. There would be blood and it would have hurt a million times worse. 

How many times in our lives are we screaming and crying "where are you God? I thought you promised you would never give me more than I can handle. Why can't you just cut me a break once in awhile?" But could it be that if he wasn't there holding us up, our troubles would be at a completely different depth? Maybe at a depth that we really couldn't handle.