It’s been quite stunning, then, for me to realize that changing that diaper and dealing with the tempter tantrum and clearing those dishes are God’s will. These are the situations that God puts in front of me every day. If I see them through my eyes alone, holding out for God to reveal to me that “his” will is all about me writing that bestselling book or the lottery win (that just so happen to be big fantasies of mine), I grumble through the mundane tasks of my day. And when I do this, when I apathetically plop a dish into the sink or huff and puff about having to sweep the kitchen floor for the second time today, I am essentially saying, “I will not serve.” I’m refusing to accept that these humdrum tasks just might be the answers to all my questions about what God wants me to do.