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I know that silence, friend. I wrote whole psalms into it, and some of them open with a line I would not use in polite company: how long, O LORD? Will You forget me forever? I had a harp, a throne, and a hundred servants, and still I lay awake in the dark, counting the nights like a shepherd counting sheep that would not come home. Here is what the counting taught me. Silence is not the same as absence. The years you have spent asking are not wasted years; they are years spent speaking to God, and a soul that keeps speaking to God is being shaped even while the answer is still on the road. Not every prayer I prayed for my own house was granted. Some were answered so quietly I did not recognize the answer until long after, and one or two were answered with a no that I have since thanked Him for. So ask again tomorrow. Do not dress it up first. If you must, pray it angry; He has heard worse from me and did not flinch, and I am told He kept my tears in a bottle rather than in a ledger. And do not carry it alone. Let one trusted friend hold a corner of it, because even a king needed friends, and a burden shared weighs less on the walk. Be still, and know. The answering is His to give. The asking is yours to keep.