Heman steps into a quiet church, desperate for peace but drowning in doubt. Leala meets him with fire, challenging his pain with truth forged from ancestral scars. As their beliefs collide, both are left raw—torn between silence and faith, guilt and grace, darkness and the hope that maybe light still waits beyond the edge.

At Summerfest, laughter fills the air—but when Heman confronts Griselda with her family's buried past, the joy fractures. Her grandfather's crimes meet his father's pain in a fiery clash of history, guilt, and truth. Yet even as their worlds collide, a single spark of grace dares to survive the wreckage.

In the shadow of pioneer wagons and stitched memories, Leala wrestles with doubt, family pain, and the quiet ache of faith. As her sister walks away from everything they once shared, Leala wonders—can a flickering light still guide someone home, even when your own heart feels dim?

In the hush of a Provo library, Griselda shelves books—and secrets. Haunted by her family’s dark past, she hides behind a borrowed name, praying no one sees the truth. But one stranger’s question threatens to shatter the fragile identity she’s built. How long can she outrun the name that stains her soul?

New to Utah and haunted by memories of war, Heman feels out of place in a land that sees him as foreign. But one quiet act of kindness at a crowded mall—and a message on a bumper sticker—stirs something unexpected. Maybe, just maybe, he’s not as lost as he thought.

“They say faith is for the perfect, the polished, the ones who never fall. But here, in these stories, it’s the broken who lead the way. A man on the edge of belief. A woman burdened by the past. A quiet soul who’s the anchor when everything else slips away. And a lost wanderer who just might be found. This isn’t a sermon—it’s a saga. Fictional, yes. But the kind that makes you feel like it could be real. Welcome to Streets of Faith. The streetlights are on. The road is open. Step in.”