No Chance of sleep. Please let me dream…

I love you, Lord.

I thank You for so many blessings.

For the best family anyone could ask for.

For the most amazing friends one could ever know.

For the place and time You have placed me.

For the opportunities You have given me.

I literally walk through hundreds of those across Con dance floor goers, raves, bars, and the like – so many who couldn’t care less about You… some who likely have contempt for You, and it is my honor to pray for them.

Tired of this. So tired. I want to be asleep with my wife at 10. My children sleeping comfortably and n the next rooms over.

The life I don’t have…. for reasons that couldn’t matter less. I’m here. Now. And I want to pray for the well being of those here tonight. All of them. Every last one.

Whether by Your will or my failings, here I am. Either way, blessed with the opportunity to pray for those who need You.

Thank You for the opportunities you have given me. Please forgive my sins. Please hold Z and his wife in Your arms. Fill them with Your love. Heal their marriage. Bless it, as I’d ask you to bless mine.

Here, where there is so much rebellion against You, I ask the most intercession.

Lol maybe it’s all the alcohol. It’s definitely shaped my thoughts here…

I hate that alcohol brings me closer to You. That means sobriety carries inhibitions I have towards You. That’s ridiculous. Please help me resolve that absurdity.

I ask only one thing for myself tonight.

Please let my finest hour in this world to be in my future, and not my past… and that it serves Your will.

In Your name… Amen.