Focusing, teamwork and kiwis... a prayer

Dear Lord,

Yet again, I find my mind wandering. It jumps from thought to thought, just like a child jumping on those rocks by the river.
Ahem.
I rest my case.
My mind is too free-spirited. I have so much schoolwork piling up because I seem to refuse to do it. What is with this aversion to work, suddenly? That's not how I used to be. I'm the honour student, that girl people go to when they have questions in math... but not anymore. Because more often than not, I've not done the homework.
I feel like I'm giving up, which would be a whole lot more enjoyable if You didn't keep making me feel guilty. *gives dirty look*
You're way too good at that, Lord. Making me feel all guilty when I don't want to be.
....geez. Fine, fine, the guilty feeling is good, I get it.
I guess I need to redirect this prayer, then.

Lord, make me focused. Make me get back my will to do well, to get straight 90s and above, make me focus on the task, even when it's a pile of eight essays to write with notes and research behind it, plus a daunting pile of math homework which refuses to finish itself... *grumbles, glowering*
Yeah, make me want to do that.
Somehow...

Wasn't there a time when I bounced out of bed every morning? *thinks* *nods* Yes, yes I believe there was. Well, I don't like mornings and have accepted that, but at least, maybe, make me start going to bed earlier so they are easier?
.... and okay, fine, I'll try getting my butt there earlier, too. This is going to be a group effort, isn't it?
Wait. Wait one second.

Group effort.

That's it, isn't it? Gosh, how could I have been so obtusely blind? You and I, we need to work together... if I'm struggling against You every step of the way of course I won't enjoy it *smacks forehead* Doi!

Okay, so let's try this again.
Lord, help me to stop struggling against you. Remind me that in this life, you can't completely control my every step. You created us with free will, and that means that we need to make that extra effort if we want good results. Yeah, it's not always smooth sailing, but c'est la vie. This is life, take it or leave it. And know what? You were right the whole time... I don't want to leave it. Not just yet.
So help me take it, to take each punch and wave and slippery oil slick that some gross tanker spilt as it drove by without too much damage. Oh, and the focusing thing. Help me with that, too. Help my mind stay on one task. I've got my music on, Vivaldi, The Four Seasons, Spring right now, and that's what you suggested to me way back. It helps, thanks *snuggles* You're the coolest, Lord.

I love You.

I love kiwis, too. Thanks for kiwis. The fruit, not the bird. Why do they have the same name? Such strange people we are, naming a weird animal after a gushy juicy fruit. Or was it the other way around? Anyway, I love kiwis, and You made them, so I guess I'm saying I love Your handiwork. Keep it up. And maybe, just maybe Lord, You can make me someone else's kiwi. That'd be cool.

Amen.

~Godspede