William sighed as he laid his phone on the desk then made his way to his bed, his feet seeming to drag as he did so. He didn't want Lorraine to think he had raised his voice because he was upset or angry at her. That's the last thing she needs right now... He wanted her to understand that he was only trying to get through to her-but maybe he only pushed her further away instead of drawing her closer.
“Oh, God, she needs you. Help her.”
He closed his eyes, remembering that he had to get up earlier for a meeting at work, knowing that sleep might come harder than before. He laid there for a few minutes, sleep fixing to claim him, when his phone blasted through and jerked his eyes open.
Jumping out of bed, he hurried to his desk, wondering if it was from Lorraine but saw that it was only from his brother Winchell. He headed back toward his bed as he answered.
There was a chuckle on the other end. “Has it really been that long since I called you?”
“Sorta,” William replied as he lay back down. “Every time I call, you're either at work or I assume with Joy. Those are the only two reasons I can think of why you wouldn't answer a call from your favorite twin.”
“Ha-ha, very funny.”
William glanced at the clock on his wall, noticing the late time. “Is there a particular reason that you called?”
“Is that a hint that I picked a bad time to call or a late hour?”
He smiled, realizing how well Winchell knew him. “Ha-ha, very funny,” William mimicked his brother's words back to him.
“Copy cat.” There was a small pause before he went on. “Actually, I needed to call you to tell you something, William.”
By the sound of his voice, William knew that it was something important, so he put his full attention into listening. “Yeah, go ahead.”
“God said to tell you, ‘Don't give up, William. Don't give up’.”
William lay there, not moving. Don't give up... He swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling God's love cover him, so powerful in that moment. Thank You, God. Thank You.
“You know, I don't know exactly what is going on with you right now but I want to encourage you. Just trust God and pray. And, like He said, don't give up.”
William chuckled lightly, his heart feeling overwhelmed with encouragement from God and Winchell. “I needed that. Thanks. Always can count on God-and you.”
“Of course you can. I should hang up, you're probably tired.”
“Naw, you don't have to.”
“You know, I really should see you more often, keep ya out of trouble. Little brothers gotta look out for you, man.”
“Younger? Like a minute.”
“That's enough for me, elder. Talk to you later.”
“Okay. Bye.” William replied with a small laugh.
He sighed as he laid his phone on the floor by the bed, remembering that he needed it nearby to hear the alarm. Lying back again, he looked up, imagining he was looking at the moon and stars.
“Thank You. You've never failed me, Jesus.”
Sleep came easily that time as he closed his eyes, his thoughts at rest.