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3:00 AM Marginalia: The Missed Call and the Guilt That Stays Awake
The phone rang this afternoon. I watched it vibrate. I let it go to voicemail. Now the silence screams louder than any complaint.
Three a.m. The house is still, Royal Palm Beach quiet except the AC cycle. My cousin called earlier. Number popped up, I saw it, and capacity flatlined. I couldn't be the listening ear for another round of flavor-of-the-week crises. I wanted to—family, love thy neighbor, bear burdens—but the tank was empty. I let it ring out. No answer. No text back from her either.
Now guilt coils. Did something real happen? Is she okay? Why no voicemail, no "everything's fine"? I could call now, but it's too late/too early—waking her would just add noise. So the worry spins: I failed. As cousin, as Christian, as the one who usually picks up.
But what is this guilt really? Conviction for sin, or exhaustion wearing a holy mask? The Bible calls us to love, to listen, to be present—but not to bleed ourselves dry for every ring. Boundaries aren't betrayal; they're stewardship of the limited self God gave. Still, the phone stays dark, and the what-if gnaws.
Love covers a multitude of sins.
But it doesn't cover infinite complaints.
Capacity has limits too.
But it doesn't cover infinite complaints.
Capacity has limits too.
At three in the morning, no resolution arrives. I can name the truth: I protected what little energy I had. I can name the ache: I worry she's hurting alone because I didn't answer. Both sit side by side. No call back possible yet. No peace granted. Just the quiet house, the silent screen, and the guilt that didn't go to sleep when I tried to.
That's enough. For now. Morning will bring whatever it brings. The phone might light up again. Or it might not.
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