I didn't realize how much it hurt to watch someone you love go through this much pain. Josh's dad is missing. He has been since roughly 7am yesterday, and I'm really worried. God gave me the strength last night to be strong for him, and we spent the night holding each other and praying that it would be okay. God, I know there's still hope. I told him he doesn't get to give up on that yet, and he's right. Hope is the expectation of a coming good, and an anchor for our souls.
I know that, but I keep repeating it to myself anyway.
I know there is good coming. God, please let it be here soon.
I love you, Lord. And I know that Jim does too. Please hold his hand, wherever he is.
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