The kind that leave you gasping for air.
Shake your faith.
Melt you into a puddle of sorrow on the floor.
Which is where I was. On the floor. Tears streaming. On the phone with Jonathan...who had just taken that call of his own.
The kids were thankfully with Grams.
Except for Trevor. Who toddled over to me and gently wiped at the wet-ness running down my face. More curiosity than compassion. But so so comforting anyway.
We're not ready to spill our guts entirely...
But if you're a believer in prayer. Jonathan's parents could use some...as they prepare to return to the States. As could the rest of our family.