Photo: Dreamstime Help God: I’d like to call a timeout and have some soothing “Enya” quiet time with You, but today’s one of those crazy days where five duties just turned into twenty. I had to stay an hour late at the school, then Jennifer and I had a forty-minute wait at the doctor’s office—all to hear: “It’s a rash; it’ll go away by itself.” Then groceries, then drop off Fed Ex packages, and when the girls are in bed, I’m supposed to update the church’s web site announcements. Why on earth did I sign up for that?