I love getting good news, and I can handle bad news, but what drives me crazy is the unknown.
Our dog, Freddie, disappeared today. He was outside with Jeremy while Jeremy was working on our roof. This is pretty typical...having Freddie outside without a leash. He sometimes gets curious when people or other dogs walk by, but has never wandered far from our yard. We've even accidentally shut him out of the house before for over an hour and when we open the door he's on the front porch waiting :) So it's strange that he would have just wandered off, and even more strange that he hasn't returned. Did someone see him and hold him for safe keeping? Did someone pick him up with the intent to steal? Is he running around the neighborhood for fun? We've reported his disappearance to the police in case someone calls in. Now we just have to wait and see if he returns. I hate waiting. My imagination goes wild with possibilities. I would much rather know what happened, even if it's bad news. My heart goes out to parents with missing children. I can't even imagine how horrible that would be.
So what do I do while I wait? Worrying does me no good...I have no control over this. I just have to leave the outcome up to God. Lord, please take care of Freddie, wherever he may be.
