One fabulous Thinker

I remember a season when my kids were little, and I was overwhelmed. Mommy duties. House duties. Wife duties. All of it seemed to pile on top of me until I couldn't tell where one role ended and the next began. I was tired. Not just physically tired, but the kind of tired that reaches into your heart. One morning, I stood at the kitchen sink doing dishes while worship music played. Tears began sliding down my face while my hands kept moving through the water. I felt unseen. I felt unappreciated. I felt alone in a house full of people who loved me. So I began talking to God. "He's not helping. Doesn't He see everything I do? Doesn't He see me?" And somewhere in the middle of my frustration, God began changing my perspective. A question came to my heart: Are you his helpmate? Not, Are you doing enough? Not, Is he doing enough? Not, Who is carrying more? But, Are you trusting Me with what I have entrusted to you? That question stopped me. I had been looking at my...