I woke up very concerned about Jason. I really didn’t want an encounter with his mother, but I felt my Father nudging me in that direction. She was a bit sarcastic with me at first and then tried to tell me how it is with little boys and their games. She changed her tune right quickly, though, when I mentioned that he might try this with another child, that it might be taken at face value, and that the police just might be called in to investigate the possibility of Jason having actual drug connections. Jason has had too much experience with the police as it is. I have much to be thankful for in this, most especially that I was able to act out of a genuine concern for the boy and not out of any kind of pettiness. I’ve put Jason and John both in my Father’s hands and know He’ll take care of them. (1)

At tonight’s prayer period, I began with Psalm 52. My Father didn’t seem to be there, and the psalm didn’t have any particular meaning until the last verse: “I will thank you always for what you have done….” I realized that I have much to be thankful for, and so I spent some time in prayerful thanksgiving.

I went to John 1, then. The opening verses were so beautiful that I just went over them again and again. I found myself craving the light, but the more I longed for it, the farther away it seemed to be. And, it seemed to take something of me with it. It’s hard to explain, but it hurt so much that I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. Finally, I felt sealed up in the empty tomb again. In a way, that had a claming effect on me. It’s dark and lonely in the tomb, but there I know I’m safe. I know His presence is there, even though it is hidden from me.