"Dad?" Joan came into the den where he was working on bills.

"Yeah honey?" he looked up from the papers.

"You know how we were talking about Ryan this morning?" she sat down on the couch.

"Uh-huh," Will replied.

"And how I said that he hates God and has a thing against me?" she continued.

"Yeah," he said, curious as to where this was leading.

"Well the reason he doesn't like me is because I talk to God," Joan looked at him hoping he wouldn't laugh or something.

"Lot's of people pray, I'm sure it's something else," he reassured her.

"No, I talk to God, as in, I see God and he talks to me," Joan replied.

"You can't talk to God," Will said with a chuckle.

Joan sighed.

"I'm sure you talk to very good people, and maybe in your dreams you talk to Him, but that's impossible-," he was cut off by Joan's cell phone ringing.

"Hello?" she had seen the ID and recognized the ring, it was God.

"Don't give up Joan," He said.

"Well, it's not working, what am I supposed to do?" Joan said, frustrated.

"Just keep trying, trust me," with that God hung up.

"Who was that?" he asked because of the strange conversation.

"God," she said plainly as she put the phone on the table.

"Funny," Will replied at what he thought was her attempt at humor.

"I'm serious! Why can't you believe me?" she said with more frustration than intended as she left the room.