God, Are You There?

So I’m sitting here at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee that tastes like it was brewed during a storm in the Old Testament.

Like, this roast has been through something.

It’s giving “judgment day in a mug.”

But I drink it anyway, because this is the fuel I chose and we don’t have time to be picky in a season of refinement.

The sun’s not even up yet, and my brain’s already spinning.

Resumé tweaks.

Bills.

Applications.

Ghosting.

That one interview I thought went amazing… and then silence so loud I checked to make sure my internet still worked.

And somewhere between sip three and an early onset existential crisis, this wild thought drops into my spirit:

“What if you could ask God one question…

And He’d answer you immediately?”

No parables.

No “wait and see.”

No teaching moment disguised as six months of character development.

Just… a straight answer.

What would I even ask?

“Why is job hunting harder than getting into Heaven?”

“Are cover letters a punishment for original sin?”

“Is the recruiter ghosting me actually named Kayla, or is that just the name of the bot I’m emotionally projecting onto?”

But really… I think my question would be:

“Am I still on the right path?”

Because that’s what I want to know.

When the emails are silent.

When the bank account is gasping.

When you’ve applied to so many jobs you start seeing your own name under the “We’re Hiring” section…

You start wondering: Am I lost? Or just tired?

And I imagine God looking up from His laptop in Heaven (which is probably made of clouds and also runs faster than anything on Earth),

And with this calm voice, He says,

“Yes. You’re still on the path.

You’re not failing. You’re not forgotten.

I know it’s not making sense right now, but trust Me—this part is doing more than you think.”

I’d probably cry into my coffee.

The same coffee that tastes like it was filtered through Noah’s Ark.

And I’d whisper,

“Okay… I’ll keep going.”

Because even if I could only ask one question—

Just one—

Sometimes all I need is reassurance that this pain has a point.

That the waiting isn’t wasted.

That I’m not just out here collecting rejection emails like emotional Pokémon cards.

So yeah. I’m still at the kitchen table.

Still in my mismatched socks.

Still wearing a hoodie that’s seen better days.

But I’m here.

And for today—that’s enough.

If you could ask God one question, what would it be?

Because I think He’s listening.

And maybe, just maybe… that weird peace you feel after crying into your coffee?

That’s your answer.