Can a Greased Frog be Given to Christ?

" Answer me speedily of YHWH; My spirit fails! Do not hide Your face from me, lest I be like those who go down into the pit. Cause me to hear Your lovingkindness in the morning. For in You do I trust; Cause me to know the way in which I should walk, For I lift up my soul to You."
Psalm 143:7-8

Do you ever have these feelings of being overburdened? Like a tremendous weight is sitting on the nape of your neck and across your shoulders. Like somehow you have become the fabled Atlas, full of your own ego and forced to carry the weight of the world as cause for your own actions?

Imagine those cares that reside on your shoulders as frogs covered in Crisco. Now try to catch them. Can you? For days, months, maybe even years now I have tried to catch these blessed frogs. I get close enough to grab them; however, no sooner do my fingers clasp around them that they slip out and hop away. So off I go snapping my hands in a hurried attempt to harness these frogs; to conquer them for good but to no avail.

These frogs can represent anything but for me they come in the form of my marriage, my finances, my ability to raise my kids and my relationship with God.
This is me, Celi, taking of my perfect plastic mask and revealing the wretched, ugly and scared creature that lies beneath.

How do you harness these cares before they become trials? And even after that?
"Simple!" any good-natured Christian would say, "Cast them to Christ! His burden is light, his yoke is easy."
For to those I quote my former pastor, "Easy preaching but hard living."
This is like handing me a map without a destination then saying, "See you there!" before taking off in your car.
"See me where?" I ask scratching my head.

What I am talking about is dying to self. Giving everything I own, everything I care about and everything I am to God. How do you do this? Honestly?

For several nights James and I have prayed to God to help us catch these frogs. Then the next day I walk around with this hope in the back of my brain that maybe, just maybe, my conquered frog will come in the form of a check from a long lost student grant with just enough money on it to pay to have the power in the back of the 4-runner fixed so sweet Mikey doesn't become sweaty Mikey during carrides. Or maybe my conquered frog might be a revelation to shut my mouth and quench my heart of my own selfish desires and seek those of my husband first.
Can my conquered frog even be the form of added patience and wisdom when my son asks me the same question for the upteenth time since the other forty answers I gave him were not suitable for his undying curiosity?
Yet finally, I hope, I pray that the frog God will catch for me, my biggest and greasiest frog, be the frog that possesses all my desires to serve and honor Him with more than all that I am. The frog that leads me to a closer relationship with my Father. The frog that will give me a deep desire to study and learn His God-breathed Scriptures.

Only then will all my other frogs be caught and harnessed within the mighty grasp of my King. In this segment I will appropriately title "Giving Your Greased Frog to God." I have no answer. No bright words of encouragement. Only a hope and a prayer that someday the solution for this dilemma will be revealed... before it is too late.