Last night, Philip was called to work the tornado damage in Mena, Arkansas. He left this morning around 6. He'll be gone at least a week. He called a few minutes ago and is safely in his motel room with lights but no TV. He sounded tired. Has to meet up with the crews at 5am. He'll be on an 18 hour work schedule until they're finished.
Landen is sick. He has been congested for a week or so, but now it's in his chest. Honestly, I think it's mostly in his head...like missing Philip. He wept all through dinner...some about how poorly he felt, mostly about how Philip's leaving took him by surprise. He doesn't want to sleep in the recliner to help with his cough, he doesn't feel like staying home alone tomorrow, he doesn't feel like watching a movie, he doesn't feel like doing anything.
Now that there is a chance we will all stay in tomorrow, Ashli is crying because she really wanted to go and do her "Sacrifice" song one more time on stage. Mari is crying because she "wants Daddy". They're all tired.
Luke and Ardyn are remaining neutral on the topic. Their time is coming soon, I'm sure.
I'm not sure if it's positive or negative that we all seem to fall apart without our "man of the house". Is it just that we love him so much? Do we rely on our time spent together for general well-being and happiness? Or are we stinking codependent? I don't know.
It's supposed to storm here by morning. Perhaps we'll all just hunker down and celebrate the Resurrection intimately with relaxed comfort and minimal wardrobe and makeup. Might be nice.
Thank You, Father God, for all You've done and promised to do to bring me closer to You. You are so big, so powerful, so massively incomprehensible, and yet You love me and save me and continue to show glimpses of Yourself so that I'll know You and love You more. Thank You for sending Jesus. Thank You for sending Your Spirit.
Keep us tonight.
