It was late at night, the kind of stillness where the world feels both peaceful and heavy at the same time. I picked up my phone—not to dial a number on a screen, but to make a call in my heart.
“Hello, God,” I whispered. “I just… needed someone to talk to tonight.”
I didn’t have an agenda. No grand requests. Just a restless mind full of unspoken worries and a heart that longed for comfort. I wanted a friend who would truly listen—to the weight of my anxiety, to the shadows of my trials, to the thoughts I wouldn’t dare say aloud to anyone else.
You see, some days, I can’t quite make it on my own. No matter how strong I try to be, I need His presence to guide me, to remind me I’m not alone.
So I asked, “Please, God, keep my family safe. Wrap them in Your care when I can’t be there. Fill their hearts with courage for whatever life brings their way.”
I asked Him for faith—faith that could hold me up through the hours of uncertainty. Faith to stop worrying about the things beyond my control.
And in that quiet conversation, I thanked Him—for always being home when I call, for never letting my prayers go to voicemail, for the silent guidance He gives when I stumble.
God’s number is the only one I know that always answers on the first ring. There’s no busy signal, no dropped call, no charge. Just an open line—day or night.
So I said, “Thank You, God, for listening… for carrying my troubles when I can’t. I’ll say goodnight now. I love You. And yes—You’ll hear from me again tomorrow.”
Because no matter how chaotic life becomes, no matter how far we drift, He is always there—ready to pick up when you call.
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