Dear God

You suck.

Let's just get that right out in the open, shall we? Would you please look at the time? Have I not expressed my complete and utter exhaustion? But no, there I am, getting ready to drift off into dreamland, and you begin to work on yet another piece of my heart.

I get it.

Really, I do. I want a big miracle, I'm screwed up, and you have lots of work to do. But I'm tired. I am so tired I am sitting here crying. My head hurts from lack of sleep. My body hurts from lack of sleep. And why, of all things, did you have to pick THAT thing to work on at that exact moment?

Yes, I know. I asked for it. I said hurry up already and get me through this muck to the good part. Can we be at the good part now? Please?

For those of you churchy people who think I'm being irreverent, blasphemous, disrespectful, whatever... no, I don't really think God sucks. He's a royal pain in my butt right now, but I did ask for it. I am, however, a big fat whiner, and I reserve the right to whine at will. And don't you dare quote me that stupid verse about doing everything without complaining. God, let's not sift there yet, okay? Yeah, whatever. You'll do what I want, I know. I didn't ask for sifting on THIS particular thing, and yet, you had to pull it out of your bag o' tricks at the worst possible moment. Okay, fine... we'll sift that too. Happy? I'm exhausted and b*tchy, thanks for asking.

And of course, because we all know that I'm seeking your will and that whole thing about my chief end being to glorify You and enjoy You forever, it'll all work out for the best.

But I am so freaking tired. It's 3 am, Lord, and I have a long day tomorrow. And the day after that. Will you let me sleep on Sunday? Can you get me through until then?

Thanks.

You did answer all of my prayers tonight, even though I got a "no" on the thing that I wanted a "yes". I know you want something better for me. And I'm too tired to finish this sentence thought.