A happier post....Monday started with Michael knocking out the elusive paperwork, Allie feeling sick and Stacia hitting the trailhead. She parked herself at the trailhead near us with hot chocolate, a sign and some cards that said, "I was broken" and a photo of shipwreck beach, Japan on one side...and the words "I am redeemed" on the other side.
I am so proud of her! What a fun idea. I finished on the treadmill and was motivated to walk to the trailhead and see her. I won't fib, getting a cup of hot chocolate on a frosty cold walk was very nice.
She talked to seven people...and I found it fun as I walked home when a regular gentlemen walker around here said good morning and told me there was a gal up the road with hot chocolate. Stacia told me he'd snuck off the trail to avoid her...but planting seeds of hospitality and love in the neighborhood.
She came home and we discussed with Michael.
Michael's phone rang. He listened a few seconds, handed me the phone and fell to the ground.
It was Carrie. "Josiah's been shot..." and one thinks SHEW Carrie and baby are fine. The next words one expects is he's in surgery, please come.
But the next words changed our world...
"...and he's dead."
10-23-23...a date I will remember as well as 2-9-89...which my kids will tease I am FOREVER mixing up their birthdates and asking, "WHAT year were you born?"
We covet your prayers.
It started out happier. I am not stopping until I make a happier post.
