The other day as I was driving back from Mississippi, I began thinking about all of the many, many things I need and have to do. I was already exhausted before I started thinking and immediately became depleted after I was finished thinking. The word “overwhelmed” does not even come close to describing how I felt at that moment. School is about to start next week and I know what’s coming down the pike. Needless to say, last year was rough and I am still not sure I have fully recovered. Third grade was a big challenge for us last year. Add autism, a mischievous two year old, a few hundred doses of anxiety, a dash of soccer practice, a seminary student trying to graduate, and a couple gallons of exhaustion. Mix, stir, and you end up with a buffet of craziness. There was so much to do, that I couldn’t decide what to handle first. I can’t tell you how many times I threatened to drop out of third grade. But as I was driving, God spoke to me about giving my schedule and my to-do lists