Dear God (#2),

I hate when bad things happen to good people.  That phone call this morning really threw me for a loop.  Please be with this family that needs You right now.  I know they don't know You, and I also yearn for that, too.  Blessed are those that mourn.

On a pathetic note-  I'd really like my house back in order... I'd really like to not have to search for every cooking utensil or plate when I need it.  I'd like my dining room to not look like I'm a hoarder.  I'd like my office to not have bills and paperwork strewn about it. 

I'd also like for Brian's dad to get better.  I think we've all come to terms with the cancer (as best you really can) but all these other setbacks and sicknesses and side effects....well, they suck.  So if you could please just make him feel better, I'd be a lot happier.

And I'm really sick of health insurance (no pun intended, God).  And doctors.  So if you could please just drop a new insurance company in my lap that knows every type of coverage we need, that would be great.  I'm over the research aspect.

Bills...I'm sick of bills.  Our idea of a splurge is ordering a pizza, so getting bills with commas in them is raising my blood pressure about 458 points.  I'd like them to stop.

Lastly, I'd like to be the woman you want me to be.  I'm tired and cranky and worn out.  And I don't want to be that way.  So if you could please tweak my attitude that would be great.  I was doing okay until about yesterday and then my hormones kicked in...and now I'm a wreck.  I hate being a wreck.  And there are only so many peanut butter M & Ms in the world....and my waistline is not a fan...

I know You hear me.  I know You are sovereign. 

Thanks God.
Me