I posted this on Facebook this morning. I’m counting it as today’s blog post because I’m sleep depraved. ~~Wende
A Prayer for 4 A.M.
It’s 4 am. I woke up to a dog doing really disgusting things and I find myself up at our demolished house working on the order from hell. Hey, at least I escaped the smell.
And the thing is, God, it’s only Wednesday and already, it’s been a REALLY crappy week. I have friends who were shot, diagnosed with cancer, and facing extraordinarily hard transitions in their lives. Parents who are slipping away, and children uncertain of their futures, and, and, and.
It kinda stinks, God. I mean, more than what I woke up to, God. And I have to wonder. . . can you smell it too?
So, here’s what I’m asking, God. Blow a fresh breeze into the lives of those I love. A healing wind. A calming spirit. A fresh perspective. And, where it is applicable, a mysteriously but well-placed can of Lysol.
Because, God, it’s 4 am.