And he is gone.

I didn't cry. Well, not at the airport. I pulled away, leaving my rock standing under the Alaska Airlines sign. It was 6:30am. Jairus and I went home, and at 10:00am we were at church for pre-service prayer. One thing I can say, I love my church family. Pastor Brad had such a genuineness in his voice when he asked me how I was. Katie offered help immediatly. Then it was time for prayer. We prayed over our congregation, the lost, and Orting, and Brad. Then, Brad called everyone in to lay hands on Jairus and I and pray. Then came the tears. Our creator is so uncomprehensible when it comes to His ways. I KNOW this is for a purpose. Not just so Tim can get tased and maced, then wear a really hot uniform. I believe God is going to use this for something great in our family. The last time Tim left for a long period, we had a new marriage and friendship by the time he came home, AND I gave my life to Jesus! I am counting on big changes. There are going to be hard days, but I think God is going to show me what I am all about, places of me I never knew, and I think he is going to help me to put to rest places in me I don't need anymore. As for Tim, he is going to be a light. He is justice and integrity, and not because he is a cop now. He is that way because he walks with the Lord. My Tim is a good man, and he is going to be a blessing wherever God places him.