The Morning After I Typed “The End”

I stepped outside to take out the trash—and found a folded note wedged in my door.

It wasn’t addressed. No knock. No indications the night before. Just blue ink on a small piece of white bond paper, placed where it couldn’t be missed.

John 1:1. . . .

I had just finished writing a story I never planned to write—A Walk Back to God.

A story about a violent childhood. The NDE at age five. The abilities that surfaced immediately after, the religion he hid behind to escape La Eme, and the lifetime of confusion surrounding God and spirituality—never landing squarely in either.

And then… this.

John 1:1 “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”