It's all just "too much"

This is what came to mind as I watched my dry erase board fall off of my door tonight.

Too much thinking. Too much happening. Too much noise. Too much silence. Too much attitude. Too much grace. Too much anger. Too much pain. Too much love. Too much hate. Too much night. Too much day. Too much for me but You smile and say "Too much doubt. Not enough faith. Too much worry. Not enough praise. My child, this is but a grain of sand. Let me be Your refuge. Take my hand."