Silent Lessons of Faith

It's 3:00 AM and my mind won't quit. I got the same old prayer

on my dry, cracked lips. Floorboards creak like they're answering me, but it's just

this house and my own heartbeat. I've been begging for direction like a man lost

in the weeds. Feels like God's gone quiet, letting me bleed. But even the

river runs dry before the flood rolls in. So maybe He ain't talking 'cause

I'm already heading where I'm meant to be. Maybe this heavy, restless silence is

Him letting me learn to stand on my own two feet. Maybe every empty

night is a lesson carved into the soul of the weak. And one day,