We all know that life is full of highs and lows, of gleeful rides to the top of the Ferris wheel followed by the slow and rocky descent to the ground. That’s where I found myself last week – in the slow and rocky part.

I was spent. I was tired from working outside the home and exhausted from dealing with family budgets and laundry and Legos. It seemed everyone, from my boss to the family Pomeranian needed something from me. Colt, who is usually a Daddy’s boy, cried every time I left the room. Benjamin begged me to play with his super hero guys, read a third story and make another treasure map. Jessie needed help with a Valentine’s Day card, and Brian and I were arguing over every little thing.

Everyone felt neglected, and no one was getting what he wanted.

“I can’t please anyone,” I half mumbled, half prayed. “I can’t make anyone happy. There’s just not enough of me.”

There is plenty of me, a quiet, loving voice told me. I am enough.

I hadn’t really been expecting guidance. I only wanted a listener, and even as I let those words hang there, in my heart I wanted to complain more, to argue and make my case that too much was being asked of me. But I couldn’t.

If I claim to believe in an all-powerful God, then don’t I have to believe he is all powerful?

It’s so simple, yet I need to be reminded to live that concept out – reminded to trust that, even on the slow and rocky parts, I’m not on the Ferris wheel alone.