Joseph has been on the phone with Spencer for the last 15 minutes attempting to find him on Google Maps via the landmarks that Spencer keeps telling him. I’m in a Starbucks that Donald Miller evidently walked into while Spence was here earlier. I’m drinking coffee for the first time in 3 days. It’s proof that recovery is possible. We have been blessed by ridiculously gracious people who have allowed us to camp in their living room for the past few days. I’ve been cleaning as much as I can because I feel that if I sat in their home and did nothing but read Tolkien for the next four days, I would be qualified to be struck by lightning or deemed a useless lump. We haven’t played music in too long. My fingers are aching for it. I keep writing acoustic songs. I read Genesis 1-5 today. This was my favorite verse:
At that time men began to call on (or proclaim) the name of the LORD.
It’s the last half of Genesis 4:26. I hope that our generation starts something like this. This long silence will stop sometime.
P.S. We watched a special on giant black cats on the East Coast yesterday. Yes. Evidently, they’re eating livestock in Oklahoma. And there are jaguars in Arizona. Legitimate ones.