Questions, Questions....

In my quiet moments when I was not "doing" I found myself asking lots of questions.
My prayers are full of questions lately.
Questions, questions, questions.

But I like questions.
I also like answers.
But questions are good too.
So what's my problem?

Its the whole patience thing inbetween the question and answer part that is my problem.
That's just it, isn't it? Impatience is my problem.

Hey! Look at that! I just answered one of my own questions!
Well, waddaya know!