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display showed the time as four in the afternoon and six days since Drew left to head to Atlanta. The time and date also reminded me that it had been six days since I last talked to him. If it wasn’t me calling his phone it was Kammy trying to FaceTime him, only to have the phone go straight to voicemail or just ring. As of nine this morning, I had left so many messages that his mailbox was now filled to capacity.
    I stopped making attempts to reach him the moment I logged into my personal Facebook page and saw that he had been posting and checking in at different locations in Atlanta. At least he wasn’t dead, but once I reached him, he was going to wish that he was.
    Trying my best to take my mind off of what could possibly be going on with my husband, I focused all of my energy and attention on the final details of his pastor’s anniversary that would take place in four days. I was so excited for this new level that God was about to take us to, but for some reason, I didn’t feel like Drew was taking it as seriously as I was. Maybe he was just nervous. This was a big step in ministry, but I knew that he could handle it. Before I had the chance to get back to making sure everything was in order, the house phone rang. Praying it was Drew finally calling, I looked at the caller ID and saw it was my father.
    “Hey, my gem,” he greeted me.
    It seemed like he sensed when something was going on with me because he would always call at the right time.
    “Hey Daddy. How are you? Where’s mom?”
    “Oh, I’m fine. We just got back from one of her doctor’s appointments,” he said, reminding me that she did have to go and get another mammogram done.
    Since the breast cancer that had claimed her left breast was in remission, her doctor wanted to do regular mammograms and run tests to make sure it hadn’t returned.
    My mother, Francis, was a trooper though, a real soldier for the Lord, and no matter what went on with her, she still gave God praise, even in the darkest of times.
    “That totally slipped my mind. What was the outcome?” I asked quickly, saying a silent prayer that everything was still good.
    I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I heard him say that everything was just fine, and I was able to exhale. My mother was the reason that my father passed up being the head pastor of the church because he knew how much time was required when it came to ministry. His main focus was taking care of his family at home, because if his home life was out of order, there was no way that he could lead a church. I admired that about him, he really loved his family. I knew what it felt like to have such a positive man in my life growing up, and what a husband should be, but there were days I felt like I didn’t have that, no matter how hard I tired ignoring the signs.
    “I was calling, baby girl, to see how you are though. God has had you heavy on my heart and mind these last couple of days,” he said.
    I had gotten so caught up in my thoughts I forgot he was on the line.
    “I’m ok. Just trying to make sure these last minute details are together before Drew gets back in time for the anniversary.”
    “Wait, I thought Andrew was home already.”
    “No. Why would you think that, Daddy? I told you he had a speaking engagement in Charlotte,” I reminded him.
    He had me confused as to what he was talking about. I knew he wasn’t losing his memory, so the fact that he was thinking Drew was home and I had given him the schedule was beyond me.
    “Doesn’t Bryce go with him when he leaves town?” He asked me.
    “Yes.”
    I had no clue what he was getting at.
    “Do they always come back together?”
    “Yes. Daddy, why are you asking me these questions?”
    Now I was starting to worry again.
    “I just saw Bryce at the grocery store. I stopped to talk to him for a few minutes about when he was going to finally decide to become a pastor. I see nothing but the hand of God on his life, and I know he will be an