She was walking the dog. It was a beautiful, sunny day in the park; she decided to spend it by herself, quietly praying and smiling as the shadows created by the afternoon sun, grazing softly against the trees, kept her cool, and comfortable. Thank You.

He was typing an email, his fingers moving ever-so-fast as they danced across the face of the keyboard, one word, then 10, then 100, then 2000. He needed to get his message across to her, typing ever so fast. Ever so fast. I love you.

She was sad, she hadn't had a very good day, and she was tired. Tired of it all, tired of work, tired of friends, tired of life. She was weary; as she slumped onto the couch, her bag flying across the room and landing somewhere under her bed. Why isn't life better. God, where are you?

He wasn't doing great, under alot of stress from his exams, and from all the work that he had to do. On top of that he had to manage many things, his family was falling apart, he risked losing his job, and he was slowly burning out. But he kept his head above it, prayed regularly for strength - and even though he couldn't feel Him near, he stayed true to his faith, always loyal - always wishing for the best, even if he didn't feel like he had it.


All of them heard it. You couldn't mistake it.

A clean, single note, above the afternoon noises of traffic on the freeway, and trains bringing people home from work. And another, this time different - a call. Time, as we know it; stood still.

Fall on your knees.

How would you have spent your life, up till that point?


What will you be doing, when you're called Home?

Fin~