Today is November 14th, and honestly I thought our little girl would be home by now…
I believe our house is just plain in a position of “stuck.” Actually, maybe not stuck, sinking in “stuck.” We are stuck in a hole and our only tool seems to be an anxiety shovel that we can’t stop using.
Another whole week has passed and that little square phone in my pocket that holds every song I own, tracks airplanes in mid-air and can tell me to turn on 502 State Street in Erie, Pennsylvania to find a Starbucks DID NOT tell me and CAN NOT tell the one precious thing I want to know.
…not a moment goes by without wondering if the phone that is ringing to get our attention is holding the only news we really care to hear…a voice saying “your court date is…”
…until it does we stand, we wait and hold tightly onto that shovel.