Sometimes it is a struggle to understand God and His ways. In December, I posted on the passing of my niece. She died only a few days before Christmas, leaving behind a husband and 16 year-old son.
Then, on February 7, her son was in an accident that sent his pickup into a creek. He survived with moderate injuries, but the 15 year-old boy riding with him was killed. They were both wearing their seat belts.
The accident report said he lost control of the pickup. I don't know if it was due to inattention to the road, texting and driving, racing, or dozens of other possibilities. I only know they tested him for drugs and alcohol (required of the driver in a fatality accident) and he was negative.
I can't imagine what my great-nephew must be going through. To have lost his mother recently—he was close to her—and then to lose his friend too. Even if the accident wasn't his fault, even if he was doing everything right and something just happened to cause the wreck, it would still put a lot on his shoulders to know he'd been driving when the accident occurred, and his friend died as a result of the wreck.
God never gives us more than we can bear, but under the weight of the burden he's been given, I think I'd crumble. Maybe that's why God, in His wisdom, didn't give this one to me.