"I can't do it!" I cried to God. "I can't handle the housework, my work, the loneliness of a husband who works so much." Then I sensed the Holy Spirit saying, You are trying to do everything on your own strength. Just worship me--and I'll do the rest. I said out loud, "I praise you, God, in the midst of my situation. Thank you that nothing is too hard for you." Slowly, the pressure left--my burden was now his.

Praise isn't always my first reaction to frustration, so I have to remind myself to do it. But now, when my flesh can't go any further, I stop and worship God.