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Last night the guy who took my step-niece Rachel turned himself in to police in New York. This afternoon the FBI brought Rachel home to her parents. Thanks for your prayers, anyone who read my last post. We are all thanking God and breathing a huge sigh of relief.

Sometimes
by Sheenagh Pugh

Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.