Day going on

It is a good day when I get to talk with Sam. I love hearing thoughts. He’s got some imagination. He doesn’t often use it but when he does it is exciting. We were headed for another similar day today but Sam started to listen to me just in time to turn around and see something different. I can tell he is wrestling with letting go of the future, something in him wants to hold on, wants to control the outcome and I think he knows unless he lets go I won’t be able to take lead. So we had a little talk yesterday when Sam was driving home from work. I actually didn’t think he was going to reach out and talk to me, he was busy at work and looked tired, he did call his wife on his way home but she had cut the conversation short that he had some time to spare.

Here’s a snap chat of our talk. 
Sam: Are you there? Why is this hard? I want to live this life for you and not lose sight of you but every day I find myself fighting and falling.
Me: I am here, wouldn’t be much of an author if I did not stick close by now would I:) (I don’t think he found that funny, I don’t know if Sam knows how to laugh in my presence...we will work on that later, got some jokes up my sleeves) 
Sam: You know, just when I am about to start believing there’s something more to my life than this, begin to see something bigger it slips away and I find myself I don’t know if I know how to fight any more, but I know that’s not true ... (taking a deep breath) ... when will it change? 
Me: If we take today Sam, what part of it did you control? You only manage what I give you, and yet you struggle to trust me to give you more, why would you worry about tomorrow today? 
Sam: I don’t want to worry about tomorrow, but I still feel the lashes of last year on my back, it is so near, I stepped out and it was rough for my family, and I know my wife feels that and the little stability we have with our income has given some hope to what is to come but I know my hope shouldn’t come from that but from what you have spoken - I am made in your image - forgive me that I chose otherwise.
Me: Don’t worry about that Sam, I am not looking at that I am looking at the heart that is beating inside you saying no to all the opposition and holding on to a bigger plan to unveil ... I see a time when you and I are in sink and you see me everywhere you go...

So Sam kept wrestling with more thoughts and I thought I would not get a chance to talk to him before he went to sleep but he did reach out to me and we were able to chat for a short bit before bed time. His morning was a wrestling match because you know who showed up and laid traps for Sam, and he did walk into it but he searched me and I led him back, that brought a smile to my face.

As an author to a story, you desire to see your characters come fully alive, and as much you can’t wait for the climax of the story, once the good guy wins, you crave for more of the happy ending. I don’t like stories where the story ends immediately after the bad guy loses. I want Sam to have his full life, there is so much to the story he is in that is already done, but he has to figure that out. Here is to hoping for an amazing afternoon with him at work. Sam read his devotion for today and it was from Psalm 138:8 The LORD will vindicate me; your love, LORD, endures forever-- do not abandon the works of your hands. 
- The Author -