Until this weekend.
When my loved one told me what happened, I could only listen, amazed. He'd been at work, walking along, when he "heard" a voice whisper to him: "Today, you'll see her." He had no idea what that meant, and yet, deep within, he knew it was important. When he was able, he started searching the internet, not sure at first what he was even looking for. But the urging was there, to look for the one lost to him so long ago. He'd done that often, searched for this beloved one, always to no avail. But that night it was as though Someone had His hand on my loved one's fingers, guiding the search. And then...
The lost was found.
Right there, in front of him, a picture of his family member.
I don't know where all this will lead, if reconciliation is even possible. I pray it is. But regardless of what else happens, this truth has struck me deep:
God is at work.
Whatever longing dwells in our hearts, whatever hurts and regrets, whatever deep need pulls at us--He knows. And more than that, He's at work. For my loved one. For me. For you. He is, ever and always, concerned with whatever concerns us. Because we are--as inconceivable as this may be--precious to Him. To the God of the universe. The Creator of all.
And that, my friends, leaves me awestruck.
Peace to you.