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Unable To Sleep

It’s past midnight, and I can’t sleep.

While Chicky dreams of fitness tests and cafeteria food, I lie awake…pondering life’s complexities.

I find myself in a state of flux, and I wonder how much is due to PMS, the dawn of a new school year, or the sweet tea I drank with dinner.

In the middle of the night, in a dark hotel room lit only by the orbs that line the parking lot outside, I cry out to the Lord for clarity, direction, and contentment.

I grasp onto His promises and draw comfort from the verse that says, “I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.”

And so I will return to bed…leaving the bathroom where I’ve hidden myself so as to not bother Chicky…and settle myself in the comfort of God’s gentle arms…secure in the knowledge that He loves me and has a plan for me.

Dear Father Time…

…please slow down a bit.

You see, it seems like only yesterday when my Chicky came home for the summer.

Look at what you’ve done…

Needless to say, I am not happy.

Nope.

Not one little bit.

I do know of a way that you can fix this.

Please speed up time so that it’s May 2012 and my baby is returning home again.

Thanks.

Love,

AuburnChick