Letters from Heaven Episode 5 – When the Fire Comes
Letters from Heaven
Episode 5 – When the Fire Comes
The weekend had barely begun when David’s world cracked open again.
On Saturday morning, he received a call from his younger sister, Funke. Her voice trembled:
“Brother… Mama collapsed. They rushed her to the hospital. The doctors say…” she choked on her words. “They say it’s her heart.”
David’s grip on the phone weakened. His knees nearly buckled. Mama—the woman who had prayed him through childhood, who had fed him when there was barely food, who always ended her calls with, ‘God will make a way.’
The hospital was a blur of white walls and restless footsteps. Machines beeped steadily as David stood by his mother’s bed, her fragile frame barely moving beneath the sheets. Tubes, wires, doctors’ whispers. The air smelled of antiseptic and despair.
The doctor’s words haunted him: “She needs surgery. Soon. It’s costly, and without it…” His voice faded into silence.
David sat beside her, his head in his hands. The paper from Isaiah 43, still tucked in his wallet, burned against his heart. He wanted to believe it. He wanted to believe God was with him in these waters—but the waves were rising higher, threatening to drown him.
For hours, he prayed, cried, and even shouted in the hospital chapel when no one was there. His voice echoed:
“God, why now? After everything? Why her? If You’re here, then show me!”
The silence was deafening. Yet in that silence, his mother stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, weak but alive. She whispered something only he could hear:
“David… trust Him. He has never failed me.”
Her words pierced him deeper than the doctor’s grim report. It wasn’t her strength speaking—it was her faith. The faith that had carried him when he was too small to carry himself.
That night, David walked home under a sky streaked with lightning. The storm outside mirrored the one within. But somewhere between his tears and the thunder, he made a decision.
“I will not stop trusting You, Lord. Even here. Even now. If I perish, I perish—but I will believe.”
The turning point wasn’t that the hospital bill was suddenly paid. It wasn’t that his mother instantly rose healed. No—the turning point was inside him. The battle had shifted. Fear was losing its grip. A strange peace, fragile yet fierce, had taken root.
And heaven was watching.
✨ End of Episode 5
📖 Scripture Echo:
“Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.” —Job 13:15
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