Yesterday felt like a nightmare, just an overwhelming nightmare that existed all day. Thankfully if there was a day for that to happen on, Friday was a good day for it. Ollie kept us up most of the night last night (of course now he’s silent), Darco is at work, and MC and Jim are heading over soon.
So, this morning around 4:00 AM I found myself in bed, awake, silently pouring out my soul to God, and this stranger prayer came across my mind:
Please stop letting me have ideas. I’m tired of hopes never becoming real.
It was a painful request, but somewhat true unfortunately. It’s upsetting to generate ideas and just watch them continually fall to the wayside. What’s the purpose of dreaming if it is met with constant rejection?
I hope God wasn’t mad for my honesty and concern. I just want to filter out my thoughts.