Jul 3, 2020
1 min read
A Weary Night in New Orleans
A 50-Word Story
The jazz club was smoky. I grabbed a bourbon at the bar and sat in a dark corner. Weary. Listening — eyes half closed.
A voice drifted by. Her voice. Angelic, like a million heavenly symphonies.
It’d been a long time since I’d been to church, but tonight, God found me.
