Affected

At times, I disengage from news stories. Although the news may be tragic, I read it, pause for a moment, and then go onward. However, the news about Nancy Guthrie is quite different, and I suspect this is true for others as well.

If I kept track of the frequency of “Nancy Guthrie” news checks, I probably would be amazed. I find myself thinking, ” Maybe today!”. I shake my head in disbelief as another possible lead disappoints.

My emotions range from anger toward the person who kidnapped her to incredible sorrow for the family. Then I ponder her age. Who kidnaps an 84 year old mother and grandmother? Memories of my mother-in-law and mom, both now deceased, flood my mind. Saying goodbye to a parent is difficult. It doesn’t matter the age. This situation can only be termed as unimaginable heartbreak and pain.

My “let’s fix this” mindset prompts me to say, ” I need to go there and look for her myself ” , but this is ridiculous. I have no credentials, no expertise, and no knowledge of the area of her neighborhood.

The anger I feel over this crime makes me want to write a letter to the kidnapper. In this letter, I would express my outrage at these reprehensible actions, remind about respect for elders, and somehow convince this to end. However, this is all pointless because there is no address, I have no knowledge of how criminals work, and it would complicate the process.

My other thoughts center on Savannah. When I look at the pictures of the two of them enjoying life and each other, I feel tears trickling down my cheeks. I grieve with her, even though I do not know her. I wonder how she is able to cope each day. Above all, I pray for her and that a resolution will come soon. It’s the only thing I can do.