Traffic was a nightmare getting to the place he needed to be and took him an hour longer than he thought.
He worked all day and then we talked that evening after he got in the hotel. He was going to go get dinner and told me to call him after I got things done a round here.
At 7:00 I called. His phone went straight to voice mail.
I thought, Oh, he maybe turned off his phone for some peace and quiet while he ate.
7:15 I call again, voice mail.
7:30 I sent a text, I waited.
7:45 I send another text, then I noticed that the messages are not being delivered. I sent another one to see what happened. Like something would change. Still nothing.
8:00 I am going through the roof, visions of things that I won't talk about were going through my mind, but all of a sudden I realized I can't find him, I can't reach him and I wish I told you I sat down and prayed. Nope, I went in to see if by chance he had messaged me on Face Book, You know like if he was taken the abductors would let him use the computer. I was not coherent I am telling you.
8:10 I read a blog I have never read in my life. The title of her post was Fear Not.
As I read her post, I knew it was for me. I knew that God was sending me a message. ( The best kind of text message.) To Fear Not.
Then in the middle of the post, as I was trying to calm down and having no luck, written in this post was, " Fear Not, Fear Not, Fear Not." Three times. I got off the computer went in my room and got on my knees. I prayed, not very good prayers either, short, and to the point, Protect Ron, keep him safe.
He finally made it back on Friday night. A 2 hour trip took 4 hours. He was supposed to start vacation today but there was the work that didn't get finished last week because he was gone so he has to do that this week.
So today as I look at my to do lists. For me, well they just aren't that important. Things will get done. No one will starve. The house will get cleaned and the laundry will get finished. All that matters will be done.
I hope you have a lovely Christmas.
To pick one time and place each week where you strech out your hands for the pure joy
of doing it."
Liz Curtis Higgs, Only Angels Can Wing it.