One fabulous Thinker

When the Weight Isn't Equal, But You Don't Have to Carry It Alone I remember a season when my kids were little, and I was overwhelmed. Mommy duties, house duties, wife duties, all of it stacked on top of me until I couldn't tell where one role ended and the next began. I felt so alone in it, like I was doing it all by myself. One morning I was standing at the sink doing dishes with worship music playing, and I started to cry. Not loud crying, tears sliding down while my hands kept moving through the water. My heart was sad. I was beyond tired, the kind of tired that sleep doesn't fix. I felt like I was disappearing into everyone else's needs while no one asked what I needed. I felt unseen and alone, even in a house full of people who loved me. So I began to vent to God, right there with my hands still in the water: He isn't helping. Doesn't he see all I do? Doesn't he see me? And as I was venting, God began to change my heart. He asked me a question I wa...