By Kay Heitsch
It was another February 6th. This isn't an ordinary day for me. It was on February 6th that my Dad, Todd, plus 2 uncles died.
I was
somewhat surprised when the baby's mom called. She was calling to say she wanted to take the baby, now a toddler, out to lunch with a friend and her child.
Since we had shared parts of our lives with each other, I thought she was giving me a break because it was February 6th.
Instead of coming to the front door as usual, she used another door. She looked fine. I had the little girl ready, and away they went. I spent a quiet day alone.
As the day went on, I was expecting Mom to return, but she never did.
I wasn't concerned until Dad came over to pick up their little girl. I told him she's not here.
I explained to him that his wife had stopped by, and she said she was taking her to lunch with a friend.
I could tell by the look on Dad's face that he knew nothing about this.
It was shortly thereafter that we found out both passports were missing. Mom had gone to India and taken the little girl.
I wish I could say everything was fine, but it was anything but fine.
Another tragedy on February 6th. How would God bring a triumph out of what was coming?
Remember how I led you on this long journey. Deuteronomy 8:2
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