Darling,
This family and I have been dumbstruck with worry. Two days ago the father sent out his son, Isaac, to find food. The cupboards are nearly bare with dust and cobwebs. I still wonder why the father sent his son to perform this dangerous task. Isaac is a young lad, shy of fifteen. As persistent as the father was, his son was eager to carry out this assignment for food. Isaac continually said that this was his final challenge into entering manhood. Darling, I think the young boy is perplexed by his father. He left our house to embrace all the death of the world outside. Each hour that passes I grow more stressed with anticipation and defeat. On the outside, the family appears confident and hopeful in Isaac; but inside they are just as worried as I am.
Darling, this is nothing like me, but I found myself praying for the boy's safety. Praying to Jesus, the dead man this family calls everyone's Savior. Before Isaac left to be sacrificed his father said a prayer for his son's valiant quest. The father and this family are still so faithful to this Jesus. Why? Why trust in a man who is dead, just like the traveling corpses outside our home?
I continue to look forward to your anxious return, but be safe. Each day becomes more dangerous with winter's growing frost.
With love,
Margaret