Exhausted and unable to even attempt a rebuttal or to strike a bold stance against so merciless and penetratingly personal an assault, I simply turned back over in bed. Rolling onto my side, I quietly lifted my voice to another One, saying, “Jesus, You are going to have to handle this.” That was all I said—and it was all I needed. Just like that, as though a hand passed over my face and closed my eyes, I fell back asleep—a phenomenon completely unlike me when I awake in the morning, for when I wake