Quite a few years ago, I was at a very low point in my life. My second marriage had just crumbled and the divorce was getting ugly. I was trying to sell my house. I was working 60 to 70 hours a week due to understaffing. My father had just been diagnosed with colon cancer. My sanity felt stretched to the limit. I couldn't sleep because of everything on my mind. I wasn't what anyone would have called a religious person. One day, I was driving home from work and I was stuck in a horrible traffic jam. This was nothing new. It happened everyday at rush hour. I couldn't get everything out of my head and traffic was starting annoy me far worse than it should have. I was on the edge of tears. Finally, I looked up and said, "Lord, I know that I'm probably not one of your favorite people. And I don't know what you're going to think of me talking to you now. But if there's anything that you can do to help me here, it would be greatly appreciated." Suddenly, a soft voice popped into my head. A voice that I had never heard before and have not heard since. It said, " Don't worry, Scott. Everything is going to be alright." Within two weeks, My father had gone through surgery and was cancer free. The house sold. My divorce became final. And they hired another person for my department at work. Since then, I talk to God every morning and every night. Yes, my life still has it's ups and downs. But I know that God is always there, watching my back.