Mary sat at her kitchen table with a cup of coffee and her open Bible in front of her. She struggled with depression over Jed’s absence, especially with Christmas at hand. Thanksgiving had been tough. What was there to be thankful for? Now Christmas, her once favorite season, left her with a sour taste in her mouth. Desperately, she was reading through her Bible, looking for some encouragement. God had never failed her yet, nor did she think He would fail her now. It was the not knowing that left her hurting. If she knew the kids were dead, she would deal with it, but being in limbo hurt. From her Bible reading, Mary knew David had troubles multiple times in his life. She found comfort in the Psalms, particularly the ones David wrote.
Mary got up from her chair when she heard the garage door opening. James walked in the door and gave her a hug. He could tell Mary was struggling not to cry. “Don’t worry, hon. I think we’ll get him back.”
“Are you sure? Have you heard anything?”
“No. I haven’t heard anything you haven’t. I just have a feeling he’s still out there. Just hang on, and trust God.”