So this morning I received a text that one of Arleigh’s friends had been missing for more than 24 hours. A missing persons report has been filed and her mom texted me the details.

This is Kayleigh.

She is 4’11” and weighs 130 pounds. Her eyes are blue. She has brown hair that she dyes red. She was last seen wearing orange shorts and a light blue tank top. Her mom has her phone. Anyone who sees her should immediately call the police. My heart hurts for her. She’s made some bad choices. She needs to know she’s loved. Kayleigh if you happen to see this, come home. There are lots of people who love and support you. There is nothing that you could do that would make your family turn their back on you. 

This afternoon we heard the dad of one of Arleigh’s friends had passed. He was only 49. He had pancreatic cancer but we thought treatments were working. His wife…his children…their grief is weighing on my heart. I know he’s been healed but I also know it doesn’t heal the earthly hurt the grieving family suffers through.

A good friend from home is raising money so she can fight melanoma. After suffering a stroke, the cancer was found. She didn’t have insurance at the time. 

I called our social worker today because of a child that’s on our hearts. Stop right there. We aren’t adopting a kid. We aren’t looking to adopt a child. The situation a child is in is breaking our hearts. Hands seem tied. It’s not my story to tell but I’d appreciate it if you’d pray for all the kids in tough situations. Maybe they’ve run away from home, just lost a parent or find themselves in horrible circumstances that is no fault of their own. 

Twenty four hours ago I was in a tizzy over Facebook posts about the convention. Today I realize there are real things happening in my own back yard that I need to take care of. Instead of worrying what someone else is praying for or not praying for; instead of wondering about emails; instead of wondering about speech writers and plagiarism; instead of worrying what is happening in our country right now… I’m worrying about the real kids that are hurting right in front of me. 

I would encourage you to look around. Don’t miss the forest for the trees. Pray. Help. Be the aloha instead of just ranting complaining posting about things you don’t have control over anyway. I’m stepping away from the screen. I hope you do too.