Psalm 235, Hearing G

Psalm 235

I woke this morning to a stir.

“Dennis!” I heard. Loud.

My watch said 2:30. Doors were closed, rooms dark.
My wife lay next to me, arms akimbo, and no covers. Sleeping.

“Here I am Lord,” I said, plagiarizing Samuel, not knowing what to expect.
Not knowing, period.
Not knowing anything. It’s 2:30.

 I rolled over and pulled a blanket over my shoulders, still believing.

Why are answers demanded so fast? If it’s G, He plays the long game.