Spring's Tomorrow.

Dear God,
   Tomorrow will come, won't it? It's not that I don't want it to come; there have been so many tomorrows that've passed I wonder that I still count it a miracle.
   You know, I have to tell you, prayer is generally a quiet habit, yes, but I can't that the Zumba/party music in the background is distracting--it's just work. Frankly, the music is repetitive enough that it dulls my senses enough to help continue my thoughts.
   Speaking of tomorrows, God, thank you for all my todays, and today, this day. I know that if I think about it long enough, todays and tomorrows they begin to blur together, but I know that every day really is different. I need only look back and see how much has changed.
   Like today! ...wait.
   Tomorrow is the first day of Spring. Finally! New Life, God! Oh, goodness! No snow until next November, at least! Thank you!
   I would be remiss if I did not also thank you for my jobs. My parents' jobs. My sister's job.
   Thank you for weekends off to visit friends, and cars to get there.
   ...I'm sure I'm the last person who should be saying this, but truly, some weeks are a lot harder than others. I know a few of my friends had a particularly hard week this time 'round. Thank you for being with them when I couldn't. Thank you for giving them friends and family (even the occasional stranger) to surround them; work and hobbies to distract or enlighten.
   I don't expect I'll ever understand why we must endure hard weeks, or months, or years...
   Anyway. (I feel like Percy Jackson praying to Poseidon. I don't know that talking to you will ever stop being weird, but I know I need to do it more often. So, as every Wednesday comes, and I have to post a prayer, help me understand the gravity of every request, and the easy love which you use to listen to me, and care for me.
   Good night, God.
   I'll see you later.
   ...when I say 'see'.