While most of us are probabaly already thinking about our Thanksgiving Day menu, and a few of you have even shared that you have a bountiful “Black Friday” shopping spree planned complete with hot chocolate and the family in tow, in the small town of Horton, Kansas, a lone modular log cabin stands bare against the night sky. It’s once cheerful windows are dark, and the sounds of joyful laughter and the smells of supper on the stove are not wafting on the wind. Instead, it stands desolate against the cold night air, awaiting it’s robust and cheerful owner to come home and re-claim what is rightfully hers.
On the evening of November 6th, my friend Pat was forcefully abducted from her home, and taken away from all who loved her and held her dear. She had a busy day planned the next morning-shopping with friends, a chili supper, and several phone calls theroughout the day from her large and extended family. The day never dawned for Pat…not the way she planned it, at any rate.
Her sons and daughters lie awake at night, trying very hard to make ANY sense of this terrible turn of events. They have lives to lead, jobs to show up to, children to bathe and dress and feed, and yet, every move is made with one ear always listening for the telephone to ring…and when it does, the combination of dread and hope saps whatever little energy they may have sustained from a half hour of uneasy slumber, or a few hasty bites of food that now tastes like cardboard, no matter how thoughtfully prepared, or lovingly bestowed.
There are no real leads…..there is hope that flares briefly, then is doused like a bad wooden match. The days march on endlessly, and the end is nowhere in sight. The realization that the Holidays are fast approaching is like a knife in the heart to this loving family. The 12 Grandchildren have not been told too many details as to where “Grandma Nin” is, and the hours are slipping away relentlessly, as Thanksgiving approaches, and Christmas looms in the not too distant future. So many happy years…so many wonderful cherished family memories…..could this REALLY be the beginning of the end of hope and reality as this family know it?
The Kimmi family has something very rare and shining about them. They have faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. Not the kind of faith you hear about where they go to church on Sundays and do as they please Monday through Friday, but a deep, deep love and trust that encompasses the whole clan, and they have what Christians call “The Peace that passes all understanding”. God bless them….. it is the only thing holding them up right now. They still believe God is in control, and although they do not even pretend to begin to understand why this has happened, they just know that it has, and they continue to go out and search high and low with the hundreds of friends and volunteers that have come to help, and they continue to spread the message that “God is love”, because that is what Pat would have wanted them to do. When the night sky begins to turn purple with clouds, and the lght begins to fail, the search is over for the day, and the friends and volunteers go home to their families and their warm cheerful kitchens, and the Kimmis stand silently and pray for the strength to do this over again tomorrow. And the next day. And the next….until they have an answer to the only question they want answered right now:
WHERE…..IS……SHE???????

My friends, would youi PLEASE do something for the Kimmi family right now? Would you give them the precious gift of a 30 second prayer? Would you ask the Lord to bless them with patience, peace, and a sense of direction? Would you ask the Lord to help the volunteers and the authorities find Pat and bring her home to her family? One way or the other…they need to KNOW. Please do not let Christmas come to Horton without Grandma Nin. Lord. I beseech you. In His name, who taught uis to pray…we ask for you to have mercy on the Kimmi family. Bring her home, either way, Lord.

Thank you Beth, your words have always been so well written, and I could not have said this any more eloquently. New Vision Farms ~ Arabian Horses