God’s Answer in 72 Hours

I was worn down, running on empty. So tired of doors

closing in my face. Years of silence. Years of wondering if love had

somehow skipped my plate. Loneliness can get so heavy when rejection feels like

proof. And I reached the end of what I could carry with

a heart hanging onto truth. I cried out with nothing left to say.

Just a broken prayer and a ticking clock. I said, "Lord,

I've got 72 hours. I can't do this life alone." And Heaven heard

a whispered prayer from a man at the end of his road.