Conversations with God (Book 1 of With God Trilogy)

February 19, 2018

Opening my eyes, I realized that I was not at my usual bedroom. I fell asleep yesterday. It was the first time I woke up not at home. Where am I? Where can I be? But before I answer that question, I need to feed myself. My stomach's grumbling. My bag was stolen but I still have a few coins left in my pocket. Looking around, I saw a nearby store.

I bought a muffin and a coffee and sat on the seat near the counter. Oh I want to go home. I miss mom. But I need money. Should I beg for it? I walked down the street to ask money from strangers but the coins were not enough for me to go home.

I walked. I talked. Some people would just pass by me or shout at me. I sat on the corner and just raised my hand so some good people would give me alms.

Uh! I give up!

"This is not what I wanted!" I sighed. "Finding dad is harder than I thought!"

I was beside a church and I prayed to God that dad would find me here.

Counting the coins that I collected, I saw a pair of shoes pointing at me. "What good earphones do you have?" a man said twice realizing I am deaf.

"Yeah, it is from my mom." I smiled.

"Mind selling it?" he asked.

My headphones are already on my head and I heard a voice. "Sell it!"

What?! Are you sure? Why would I sell my headphones?

Me: God, is it you?

Then, I heard the voice again. "Sell it."

What? This is my only communication with you, God. I won't sell it!

The man looked at me. "Do want to sell it?"

Oh no! Should I?

Surprisingly, I said yes without myself agreeing on what I said.

"Alright, let me check! It's still fine but I do not think the sounds are working." he said.

Okay, I regret saying yes.

"I'm sorry but I mean, I can't sell it. It's important to me. So please, may I?" I pleaded him to give it back.

"Oh. But I don't think it's working already. I know a friend who could help us." He asked me if I could go with him.

The next thing I knew was we were in a store of his friend who fixes stuff. He told that his friend is Keene who loves fixing things since he was a kid. But it was not his dream job. Keene wanted to be an engineer. But because something had happened, he poured all his money and effort for this shop.

They talked for a while as I look at the amazing stuff that he fixed and sells. A bike, an oven toaster, a treadmill. Wow! I cannot resist myself in thinking about my dad. He loves going to the gym. Oh how I wish I found him.

The man called me and showed his friend my headphones. Keene's face were saddened to see the headphones. He frowned at the man and returned it to me. The man turned to me, "I'm sorry but it's broken already."

No, it is not broken! It still works. I can still hear God!

God: Janice, sell it.

Me: But God?

God: Sell it.

Okay, so I sold it. Keene can do so much with junks. It's like breaking my heart. Why would God let me sell my only communication to him?

Keene gave me $20 for the headphones which I find so low. The man again told me he was sorry to disappoint me and said that he will just bring me back home.

"Free ride back home?" he asked.

"No, sir but really I want to go home. I just want to find my dad. That's all. I have a home but I do not want a broken home, so I took off and decided to look for dad." I answered with a heavy heart.

I was so shy at him that he needs to know what happened to me to understand me.

"You know, you're hungry. Let's go home!" He put his arm on my shoulders to direct me to his car.

It is a bit creepy. So, I prayed to God. Lord, please keep me safe from him.

I don't know but that instant I felt safe especially when he told me that he will help me find dad, I felt hope.

As we arrived at his house, I felt simplicity. I soon realized that I should be thankful for what I have. He lives in a very simple house with not so many things. A soft but small sofa. A tv. A table with two plates, two glasses, two pairs of utensils. A room with a single bed and a pillow. A comfort room and a kitchen with only a pan, a rice cooker, and a big refrigerator.

It was a really simple home.

I asked him, "Where is your family?"

"I have none. I wish I do." He changed his tone.

"A wife? Do you have?" I asked.

"She is gone a long time ago."

"What do you mean? She's dead?"

"No, it's a complicated story to tell."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"No, don't be sorry." He said looking away. Maybe holding back his tears. "Oh, yeah! Dinner! Just sit there." He quickly scrambled eggs and fried it.

While he was busy, I looked around his house. And in a small table beside his bed, there was a picture frame. I walked in to his bedroom to see the picture frame closer. To find at least a clue about this man.

I gasped.

It was Mrs. Kelly!

It was him with Mrs. Kelly!!