Night falls and I lie awake in deafening silence.

Except for the incessant creaking of my laborious fan.

Numerous thoughts run through my head as I stare blankly ahead.

Wondering.

Mono-syllabic questions dominate the space between my ears.

Why. When. How.

Moments of overwhelming emotions stop short of tears rolling down.

When. How.

Isa. 40: 30-31
"Even the youths shall faint and be weary,
And the young men shall utterly fall,
But those who wait on the LORD
Shall renew their strength;
They shall mount up with wings like eagles,
They shall run and not be weary,
They shall walk and not faint."

How.

Wait on the Lord.

The other 2 questions faded away.