When I hear someone say, "Well, God doesn't give you more than you can handle," the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. My skin crawls as if someone has run her nails over a 1962 chalkboard.
I usually remain quiet because I realize that the statement is well intended. When we are at a loss for words in the presence of someone who is hurting, we reflexively recite religious rhetoric.
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