I absolutely live my life by this mantra. Moreso since I became pregnant with my son in the spring of 2009 and even stronger after a few events since then.
My husband and I had decided that we needed to be content with our lives "as is" for a few years and wait and see how the economy is and how we feel about a possible 4th child then. At the time, our 3rd child (and third daughter) was only 10 months old. Exactly one week later, I had a positive EPT. I cried and begged and pleaded with God to "please just take care of this" because there was no way I could possibly have another baby at that time. I was dealing with some PPD, finances were tight (to say the least) and we had no room for another baby, and moving was not an option. I have never been one to even consider abortion for myself, but in that moment, my husband and I had a very serious discussion for about 15 minutes. I prayed and prayed for God to "get rid of it." I was in a very very dark place. I carried my son to term, though I never emotionally bonded with the pregnancy; instead, I viewed it as just another situation to be dealt with. My son was born in November 2009 and obviously my entire attitude changed...as I knew in my heart it would. I told myself throughout the entire pregnancy that God would never give me more than I could handle, so I needed to trust in that and just keep moving forward.
When my son was 13 days old, I was putting him into the Snugli carrier and failed to secure it properly. He fell from my chest area (I'm 5'3") straight to the asphalt parking lot at the grocery store. He suffered a skull fracture and spent the next 36 hours in ICU. I prayed and cried the entire time (and I'm still tearing up as I type this), and again, I asked God to handle this. This time, my idea of "handling" was very different than the last time I had asked for it. His fall occurred on a Wednesday evening (right before Thanksgiving). I had spent so much time crying and praying and holding my son and telling him that everything would be ok that I had forgotten to tell myself that it would be ok. My "mountain top experience" came that Sunday as I sat in church listening to my pastor give his sermon. Coincedentally, his sermon was about the "mountain top experience." In that moment, I could no longer contain myself. I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Of course everyone in the church was aware of what was going on, so I was surrounded with love and support and encouragement.
Though I had been "half" practicing the ideal of putting my troubles in God's hands, from that day on, He gets them all. Time after time, I have been shown in more ways than one that God povides for those who believe and have faith. Does he test our strength at times? Of course. The true test though, is how we respond during the rough times.