Letters from Heaven Episode 1 – The Burden of Silence
Letters from Heaven
Episode 1 – The Burden of Silence
David Adewale was thirty-five, but life had aged him into someone closer to fifty. His eyes carried shadows of sleepless nights, his shoulders bent beneath weights no one could see.
For years, he had been the faithful Christian—first in church, last to leave. He tithed faithfully, volunteered in youth outreach, even joined the dawn prayer watch. When storms came, he doubled his prayers. When storms stayed, he tripled them. Yet the heavens often felt like brass.
Bills piled up like enemies on every side. His business had collapsed during the last economic downturn, and every attempt to rebuild seemed cursed from the start. His younger sister, whom he helped through school, no longer spoke to him after a heated argument about money. Friends had moved on to better jobs, better homes, better lives. David remained in the same cramped apartment with peeling paint and a roof that leaked in three corners.
Still, he prayed. He fasted until his body shook. He sowed “prophetic seeds” into offerings, sometimes using money meant for rent. He visited one prophet who told him his destiny had been tied in a river; another claimed a jealous relative had “caged his star.” Out of desperation, David followed their instructions—bathing with “holy soap,” anointing his doorposts every night, even burning candles of different colors as he prayed. Each act left him emptier than before, ashamed yet still desperate.
And then came the silence.
He remembered one particular night, kneeling on the cold tile of his room, tears streaming. “Lord,” he whispered, “I have done everything they said. I have prayed, I have fasted, I have given. Why won’t You answer me?” He waited in the darkness, ears straining for a whisper, but only the hum of his old refrigerator answered back.
Weeks turned into months. His prayers thinned into sighs. His faith, once vibrant, felt like a flickering candle almost snuffed out.
On this particular Monday morning, David rose from bed feeling nothing. Not anger, not hope—just emptiness. He grabbed his worn bag, stepped into the bustling street, and let the crowd carry him forward. He didn’t know that by the end of the day, God would break His silence in the most unexpected way—through a letter left in the rain.
Letters from Heaven
Episode 2 – The Letter in the Rain
Monday mornings in the city were wars of their own. Horns blared like angry trumpets, buses spat smoke into the air, and bodies pressed against each other in a race against lateness. David was among them, one hand gripping his tired leather bag, the other clutching a file he had promised to deliver last week but never did. His boss’s threats still rang in his ears.
The sky mirrored his soul—heavy, gray, undecided. Clouds pressed low as if ready to burst, just as tears sometimes pressed behind his eyes. His prayers had gone nowhere again that morning. He had woken before dawn, whispered words into the darkness, but his room gave him no answer.
“Always the same,” he muttered, pushing through the crowd. “Pray, wait, nothing.”
He hurried toward the bus stop, heart pounding as the bus engine roared to life. He hated running, hated drawing attention, but he couldn’t afford another late mark. Then something unusual caught his eye.
A small envelope lay on the cracked sidewalk, slightly damp, half hidden beneath a discarded newspaper. People stepped around it, shoes splashing mud inches away.
David almost ignored it. But something inside him whispered, look closer.
He bent, picked it up. The paper was worn, fragile, but across its front were four shaky words:
“To whoever finds this.”
The bus driver shouted, “Last call!” and passengers climbed quickly. David hesitated—bus or envelope? Work or curiosity? His stomach churned as the bus rumbled, ready to leave. Then the first drop of rain splashed against his face, cold and insistent.
He ducked beneath the canopy of a small kiosk, tore the envelope open with trembling fingers, and pulled out a folded note.
Inside, written in faded ink, were the words that stopped him in his tracks:
“To whoever finds this:
You are not forgotten.
Jesus still loves you.
Don’t give up now.”
The rain broke suddenly, pouring hard, drowning the noise of the city. David stood frozen, the letter shaking in his hands. His eyes blurred, but not only from the rain.
“Not forgotten?” he whispered, as though testing the words. His voice cracked. “But… I thought You had left me, Lord.”
He pressed the note against his chest, his heart pounding with a strange mixture of relief and disbelief. The problems weren’t gone—debts still loomed, his sister was still angry, his future still uncertain. But at that moment, something shifted inside him. The silence cracked. Hope breathed again.
The bus drove away without him, but David didn’t care. For the first time in months, he felt seen.
That morning, in the middle of the storm, David found what he had been chasing in prophets’ tents and sleepless prayers: a reminder that Christ had never left him.
✨ End of Episode 2
📖 Scripture Echo:
“Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.” —Hebrews 13:5
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