He is free, free, FREE!
I cried so hard when Steve told me the news last night that Ethan, the boy held in the bunker, had been rescued. Oh, what a surge of desperate relief. I cannot even imagine the joy Ethan’s mom felt yesterday. I am so thankful. And I’m thankful that my own ordeal over this has come to an end, too, although I know I was holding onto it too tightly and giving it rule over me. I daresay I’m ashamed that I’m glad to know his captor is burning in a special place in hell today and that the bus driver is living it up with Christ, even though he will be sorely missed and mourned.