Letters from Heaven Episode 4 – The God Who Interrupts

 

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Letters from Heaven

Episode 4 – The God Who Interrupts

The week crawled forward, each day a mirror of the last—crowded buses, cold stares at work, an inbox full of reminders that his debts were not resting. Yet something small had shifted in David since the letter. It wasn’t victory, not yet. But the thought that God might still see him had kept him from collapsing under the weight of despair.

By Thursday evening, the rain had returned. David stepped off the bus, holding his worn bag close, careful not to splash into the muddy puddles that pooled along the street. The sky was dark though the day was not done.

As he walked, a commotion up ahead caught his attention. A small boy—no more than ten—was crouched beside the road, trying to gather scattered papers that the wind had snatched from his schoolbag. Cars honked, some swerved, but no one stopped. The boy’s hands shook as he scrambled.

David didn’t think. He dropped his bag and rushed forward, kneeling on the wet ground, helping gather the pages before the cars could crush them. The boy’s wide eyes filled with tears of relief.

“Thank you, sir,” he whispered, clutching the rescued sheets.

David smiled faintly, brushing mud off his hands. “Be careful next time, eh?”

The boy nodded, then pressed something into David’s hand. A torn page—obviously not from his schoolwork, but from a Bible. Its edges were frayed, but the words were bold:

“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you.” —Isaiah 43:2

David froze. His eyes darted from the page to the boy, who was already running off into the rain.

He stood there, drenched, staring at the verse. The letter in the rain had told him not to give up. Now, this torn page told him why—because God Himself was with him, even in the floods of life.

He clutched the paper, heart racing, tears hidden in the rain.

This was no coincidence. It couldn’t be. First the letter, now this. God was not silent. God was interrupting him, again and again, in ways he could not explain.

As he walked home, the weight of his debts and failures remained, but something inside him had changed. His prayer that night was no longer a desperate cry of abandonment. It was softer, steadier:

“Lord… I believe You’re still here. Help me keep holding on.”

And for the first time in years, his words didn’t echo back empty. They felt carried, as though heaven was listening.

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✨ End of Episode 4

📖 Scripture Echo:
“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you.” —Isaiah 43:2

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