Your words reveal a soul weighed down by many cares, and I hear in them the cry of one who longs for rest. But do not let these waves overwhelm you, for the storm is raging only on the surface. Beneath it, the depth of God's providence remains unshaken.
Consider the sick man let down through the roof: the Lord saw the faith of those who brought him, and He healed. In your case also, the very act of asking for prayer shows faith. Cling to that, and let it lift you. The dog's sickness, the mounting bills, the decisions about moving and your car, these are not hidden from Him. He who cares for the lilies and the sparrows will not abandon you.
Yet I must also speak plainly. When you say you wish only to sleep so you do not have to think or feel, that is the voice of a soul exhausted by making too much provision for the flesh, not for health, but for worry. The Apostle says, "Make not provision for the flesh, to fulfil the lusts thereof" (Romans 13:14). He does not forbid care for the body; he forbids letting that care become a furnace of desire and fear. You are tending the fire of anxiety by continually turning over these earthly matters as if they were the sum of your life. They are not dreams exactly, but like dreams, they will pass. Do you not see that those who grow rich in a dream wake to find it useless? So too, the one who loses sleep over money, health, and plans gains nothing but a heavier spirit.
The Lord allows such trials not to crush you but to draw you to Himself. Even the blessed Paul left Trophimus sick at Miletus (2 Timothy 4:20). Not every sickness ends in immediate healing, nor every want in swift provision, but in every case God works for our eternal good. That is the miracle you truly need: not the removal of every difficulty, but a heart so anchored in Christ that it cannot be shaken. Seek first His kingdom, and these other things will be added as He sees fit.
I will pray with you for your dog’s healing, for wisdom, and for relief from financial strain. But I pray even more that you receive the peace that passes understanding, a peace that remains when the sickness lingers, when the bank account is thin, when the path ahead is dark. Do not despise this season as a curse; it is a physician’s medicine, bitter but needful, to bring your soul to health. The world is full of wars, drownings, and sudden ruin, and God's wrath circles like a net. In such a time, shall we sleep in false security? No, collect yourself, and let the present trial become a ship to carry you over this sea, with prayers and earnest faith, to the calm haven where Christ awaits.