You know, I have sat down so many times over the last four weeks to write this post, and despite numerous ideas, nothing has really seemed to flow. I could tell you all about the full-time teaching position that I have for next year, and how as excited as I am for this job it also sucks because it is in BC... which means Charming and I are doing another year of long distance. I could tell you about the flowers I was sent after making this decision and how I'm a dork who keeps a petal from one of the red roses and from one of the white roses in my Bible. I could regale you tales of working with the electricians again for three weeks, about lugging around 50-pound 8-foot long light fixtures and the bruises that covered my legs. I could talk about the battle with insecurity over the last few weeks, the end of my long practicum, and life thus far living my brother and his family, how my life is infused with kid cuddles.
And each time I have sat down to write, one of those stories has been the centre idea.
It is also Mother's Day, so I could talk about my incredible mother, and touch on all of the other wonder moms that I know and love.
But today I just can't do it.
This morning I woke up sick to my stomach and all I could do was pray.
Tuesday morning, Charming sent me a text asking for prayer. I don't know how many of you have heard about Tim Bosma from Ancaster who went missing Monday night. Charming actually knows Tim. They are from the same church and Tim had been friends with Charming's older brother growing up. So all week I have been thinking of Sharlene, Tim's wife, my thoughts and prayers directed her way.
And today I find that all I want to do is weep. Tim is still missing. So it's Mother's Day, and here is a mother and wife who is without her husband.
I know this post is shorter than most, but I'm asking that all of you would join me in praying for the Bosma family. Pray for strength, for comfort, for peace, and for the safe return of this man to the family that needs him.