Chapter 15: A New Fire Inside

The sun had just started to set, casting golden streaks across the sky as Noah walked back home. The streets of Willow Creek were quiet, the occasional car passing by, but his mind was anything but still.

He had taken a step—a real step toward trusting God. And while that should have brought him peace, there was still this restlessness inside him, like something was missing.

He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his messages. Avery had sent him a Bible verse earlier:

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight." — Proverbs 3:5-6

Noah stopped walking, staring at the verse. Lean not on your own understanding... But what if he didn't understand anything at all? What if he was completely lost?

Sighing, he stuffed his phone back into his pocket and picked up his pace.

When he got home, Grandma Ellen was in the kitchen, humming an old hymn as she stirred something on the stove. The familiar scent of chicken soup filled the house, warm and comforting.

"Long day?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder.

Noah shrugged, sitting at the table. "Yeah… just a lot to think about."

She turned down the stove and faced him, wiping her hands on her apron. "Thinking's good. But don't let it tie you up in knots, honey. Some things, you gotta leave in God's hands."

Noah smiled faintly. "Yeah… I'm starting to get that."

Grandma Ellen gave him a knowing look. "That's the first step, then. Now, eat before that brain of yours overheats."

Later that night, Noah lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind kept circling back to the letter from his father. He hadn't told Avery everything yet—hadn't told anyone, really. But he needed answers.

And there was only one person who might have them.

Reaching for his phone, he pulled up Pastor Grace's contact and typed out a message:

Can we talk tomorrow? I think I'm ready to figure out the truth.

His finger hovered over the send button for a second before he tapped it.

A few moments later, his phone buzzed.

Pastor Grace: Of course. Meet me at the church after school.

Noah let out a slow breath. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow, he was going to find out what his father's words really meant.

And maybe—just maybe—he was finally ready for whatever came next.