Sleepless

Hey...if You're having a good laugh at my inpatience, please stop at any time. I've been awake for hours now, as You are so well aware. The craving of xanax is lingering...but I know You're the source of my strength, so pull me outta this pit, will Ya? I was tempted to look in my purse, but I heard you quietly speak, "Sarah...I'm not in your purse...I'm right here." Stress is creeping in...almost suffocating, and I can't rest. I am ready for a job, so please feel free to send one this way any time...please? The bills keep rollin' and my nerves keep tinglin'. I'm hurtin' for my babies. I just want 'em to have enough. Enough love. Enough hope. Enough drive to do better than Mama. Enough of You. Be ever so close to Sam. That man is amazing. Crazy for putting up with me, yes, but nothing short of amazing. Please equip him with whatever it takes to provide for our babies. Please. Be ever so close to me today, as I keep the kids at Jenny's, as I drive, as I workout, as I give the kids their baths, as I spend some time with Sam...I need You. I want You. And, as much as I'm yearning for a restful vacation right now, a load of work would be fabulous. Love You. I'll talk to You in a few...