I looked out of the window at 5:30 am and saw Biscuit there. It sure was great to see him. If he could only talk, I'd love to hear about his night. His return ended a sleepless night of anguish for me.
Praise God for answered prayer. It was difficult to navigate through the emotions of hope and hopelessness. At times I tried to taste what it would feel like if he came home. At other times it was hard not to be down, fearing the worst. When you're really panic-ed about something, it's hard to keep that cool calm that most of us like to cruise in. Either way, sometimes there's no "correct" emotion to be feeling. So I just try to maintain a conversation with God and/or keep praying.
I'm so glad this one turned out good. It really seemed bleak there for a good while.
Posted by Doug Van Pelt at March 2, 2007 11:15 AM