Letters from Heaven Episode 6 – The Night of No Answers

 

Letters from Heaven

Episode 6 – The Night of No Answers

David thought the storm within had settled when he chose to trust God in the hospital chapel. But sometimes, when you choose faith, the fire doesn’t die down—it roars hotter.

By Monday, the hospital bills had doubled. The doctors pressed for an urgent deposit before surgery could be scheduled. Funke’s eyes brimmed with tears, her voice sharp:

“Brother David, where will the money come from? Faith cannot pay bills! If Mama dies, what will we say? That we were waiting on God?”

Her words sliced through him. For a moment, doubt surged back, whispering, She’s right. What are you doing? You’re clinging to air.

That evening, David swallowed his pride and visited an old friend, Kunle, who had become wealthy in recent years. The plush sitting room mocked his worn shoes. Kunle listened, nodding, then leaned back with a sigh.

“David, I can help you. But you must be realistic. All this prayer and waiting on God… it’s good, but it doesn’t put food on the table. Join my business. It’s fast money. Yes, not everything is… clean. But think of your mother. Think of your family.”

The words hung in the air like baited hooks. For a split second, David saw relief—quick cash, bills paid, his mother alive. But deep in his chest, something recoiled. A voice quieter than Kunle’s but heavier than gold:

“What does it profit a man to gain the whole world, yet lose his soul?”

David’s throat tightened. He shook his head, his voice barely a whisper.
“No, Kunle. Not this way.”

Kunle scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Suit yourself. But don’t come back when reality crushes you.”

By the time David reached home, the weight of his choice pressed harder than the night sky. He had no money, no plan, and now, no friend. His sister barely looked at him, disappointment carved on her face.

That night, he lay on the cold floor of his small room. He prayed until words ran dry, until all he could do was weep. At one point, he slammed his fist against the ground, crying, “God, where are You? Are You watching me burn? Why give me faith if You won’t come through?”

The silence that followed was crushing. The torn Bible page slipped from his wallet, its ink blurred from his tears. He stared at it in the dim light.

“When you pass through the waters… when you walk through the fire…”

The fire. That was it. He wasn’t abandoned—he was in the middle of it. And if the verse was true, then God was right there, unseen but present.

The night gave no answers, no miracles, no sudden provision. But something unexplainable settled over him—a strength not his own, enough to rise, enough to keep going.

And in the stillness, though faint, he thought he heard it: a whisper in the dark—

“Hold on, David. Morning is near.”

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✨ End of Episode 6

📖 Scripture Echo:
“When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.” —Isaiah 43:2

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