They are your first thought in the morning.
They are your last thought in the evening.
And every thought in between.
They are inescapable and both you and they know it.
I have walked away from writing multiple times and have usually placed my resignation on my blog for all to see.
It has been said that Pastors resign in their mind every Monday morning.
I resign from writing every day.
Some have said to me, “Why can’t you be consistent, without the all out battle you have within yourself? Write, don’t write. Who cares!”
And I am sure I will hear it again.
These same people have obviously never studied the life of Moses, Jonah, Jeremiah, those guys.
As recent as last week I walked away from the love of my life, for the final time, again, being writing.
And then this happens.
Back on September 14, 2014, I wrote a piece entitled The Life Of Stephen, whose journal I had found in a bookstore.
For background, here’s the link.
Not being able to locate him through email, phone or google, I had given up.
However, like writing, I could not escape the thought of finding him and returning his journal.
So, this morning around 6:30 a.m., on Christmas Eve, I was determined to find this guy, on this day.
I Googled again, found a LinkedIn account, not knowing if it was he or another Stephen.
I emailed again, and wrote if you are Stephen Franklin, please call the following two numbers today.
About thirty minutes ago, my phone rang at my desk and a voice said, “John, this is Stephen.”
I was able to determine he was the right Stephen based upon the journal I was holding in my hand.
He does not know this, because we were on the phone, but, I begin to get choked up, when I read to him over the phone the last entry he had posted in October of 2012.
I have received my Christmas Gift.
And a guy named Stephen gave it to me.
His journal will go into today’s mail and their will be an entry from me marked December 24, 2014 as promised in the previous entry.
Thank you Stephen.
What a Merry Christmas it has truly turned out to be.