I Talked To God About You Novels & Stories

“You talk with pride and I have lost count of how many of those has led to their grave.” I grinned, “I grew up right beside her, lived under her spotlight for years, wiped her tears countless times, made her a dog for me with just a simple ‘I love you'.” Confidence caused me to walk closer to him, “Believe me when I say there’s no God coming to save her from me.”

We got along better these days, but I knew Him too well to ever trust Him. Chris looked at me like I had a few too many heads. That's why I always took Mom's advice she gave me when I was six and first told her that I talk to God in my head and He talks back to me. She advised me to never tell anyone but her about that. Chris knew. Of course I trusted him with that, but he didn't know he was talking to me at the moment. I patted the seat. I still hadn't looked at him. He reluctantly got in, sitting right next to me.

He just stood there, watching me breathe, watching me try to pretend I wasn’t unnerved. I forced a smile, the kind you give a toddler who’s caught you off guard. “Hey… it’s okay,” I said softly, tilting my head to look harmless. “I’m Ezra. I’m here to help you.” I got Nothing. Not even a twitch. I swallowed and crouched slightly, lowering my voice like I would with a kid. “Do you… wanna come in?” My hand gripped the doorframe so tightly my knuckles burned. “We can talk, or… I don’t know, play a game?”

It was Eden. Leaning against the bumper of my car, I contemplated whether or not to pick up but I eventually gave in. "Thank God!" I heard his sigh of relief over the phone once I picked up. "What do you want, Eden?" I asked immediately. "Can we talk?" He was quick to respond.

she said steadily, “don’t forget home.” “Never.” “And come home regularly.” He nodded. “I love you so much, son.” “I love you too, Mom.” She walked toward the door. Her hand rested on the handle. Then she paused. Without fully turning, she glanced back with a knowing smile. “And a little bird told me you two finally had the talk.” Damon smiled and as he reached for his torso “But that little bird need to leave to shut up” he laughed She laughed softly. “Good. It was overdue.”

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

~ALYONA~ I understood what mom tried to tell me. Pray and wait on the LORD. Have you ever thought? It’s difficult to say to give all your worries to him and wait. How could you sit around and not think of the things that could affect your whole life? But here is what we call your faith stands. And I was a lost cause who couldn’t hear God’s voice for my answers. I was in a complete dilemma about how to tell Stephan about my feelings. Even after I prayed, I was worried about the things coming back and forth in my mind.

he spoke with aggression but there was also softness in his tone. I laughed making him frown. "I'm crying because I feel so happy knowing I have you with me. I have said this to you a lot but I want to say it again....thank you...thank you so much for not giving up on me, for trusting me, for believing me, thank you so much for wiping my tears, for giving me your shoulder to cry on. You don't know how special you are to me, Sagar. I'm so thankful to God that he gifted a brother to me" my bottom lip trembled as I expressed my feelings.

I absentmindedly stated. I slowly went on my knees and continued talking. "You know the point of being a God is to have fun and live life over and over again. That's why time resets. Unfortunately everyone wanted to live life like a mortal." I stated. "What do you mean?" Someone asked. I looked up and looked around because nobody should be able to talk or act. When nobody said anything I sighed and shook my head, it seemed like my memories had brought back the small voice in my head.

"No, not with me. I'm talking to God. "Is he answering?" – Certainly. He is a very good conversationalist. He does not interrupt, listens attentively and after a while answers when he sees fit. – What does he say?" "Well, it depends on the question, but it's not usually verbose. However, you never know what he will say. – Do you hear a voice?" Or do you feel something? Or do you see something? "Everything you've listed." – I don't see how that's possible. How can you talk to him?