A Heartfelt Conversation with God

“The dial tone pulsed, a rhythmic heartbeat in the silence of my room. My thumb hovered over the familiar number, the one that usually brought a smile to my face, but tonight, it felt heavy, an echo of the conversation that had just ended. Tears, stinging and unwelcome, traced paths down my cheeks.

With a shaky breath, I dialed. Not her number, though every fiber of my being yearned to. This number felt different, a connection beyond the earthly realm. A connection I rarely dared to utilize.

‘Hello?’ A voice resonated, not in my ears, but within my soul. It was a voice that held the warmth of a thousand suns and the calmness of a moonlit sea.”

Easy Sunday Conversation

It was a good conversation.

It was an easy conversation.

It was a Sunday conversation.

The Stories We Tell in Ubers

I stood there for a moment and watched the Uber disappear into the night.

I thought about the Uber driver’s story, and about the people I had met in Kampala.

I thought about the city, and about the possibilities that it held.

I thought about my own story, and about the future that I hoped for.

I smiled, and I turned to walk home…