Insomnia

I love to sleep.  I find it particularly cruel when sleep does not take over at night.  It's not often that insomnia strikes, but when it does there's not much else to do but write through my jumbled mind.
Disclaimer: It's late so this may not make any sense at all. Forgive the ramblings.

My brain will not shut down. It's jumbled with unspoken conversations that may or may not ever happen.  Words that I want to say, but have to weigh first. 
It's bouncing from one thing--making blankets tomorrow for HOLH orphanage to another, completely unrelated--I need to keep looking on craigslist for a sectional cause our sofa has been broken for several months and I'm tired of sitting on it.  
It's rolling from one friend to another friend to my sisters to my mom to my grandmas to our gym people and everywhere in between.  
It's so desperately wishing to be laying down on a lumpy mattress in a guesthouse just outside Cite Soleil, Haiti, fresh from a cold shower after a long, hot day.
It's rattling off eucharisteo...thanks for the good and the bad and easy and the hard.  
It's racing. Looking for answers to all the hard stuff. The whys of people's actions and the hows of handling it all.  The wondering if things will ever be simple and knowing it's rarely as simple as we'd like it to be.  The value of protecting myself from stress and drama, but allowing grace to mold and shape it all. The battle wages on.
It's settling in. Hopeful for sleep to come and the thoughts to be still. It's praying for a fresh start tomorrow(or today, actually).  It's hoping answers come, one way or another.