Sometimes life brings us into seasons where everything just feels… heavy. Not catastrophic, not dramatic, just full. Full of responsibility. Full of decisions. Full of deadlines. Full of needs. Full of emotion. I’ve been in that place lately. Not falling apart, just stretched, tired, and staring at a to-do list that feels bigger than my capacity. The other day I was sharing this with my mentor, the overwhelm, the shifting in my ministry, and the sense that God was expanding something in me that I don’t yet have room for. He listened and then said, “You need an assistant.” I laughed out loud. “That’s great,” I said, “but I can’t afford one.” And that’s when he reminded me of something I had forgotten: “You prayed for two years for a mentor. You didn’t know where he would come from, and God brought me into your life from a direction you never expected. Why wouldn’t God provide for this need the same way? Pray for the assistant the same way you prayed for the mentor.” His confidence in God’s provision made something inside me pause. He was right. I’ve been asking God for help, but expecting Him to stay within the