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Missing You.

By Hal Steenson

April 5th, 2026

“And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart.” Jeremiah 29:13

I sent my daughter, Dee Dee, an e-card saying how much I loved her and missed her, and she responded, “Me, too!”

Before they married, her husband Roger was stationed at Loring Air Force Base in Caribou, Maine, so they were married on June 15, 1991, while he was home on leave.

The next day they moved to Caribou and seemingly fell from the face of the earth. Even now, we only see her occasionally.

The Lord had prepared me for her departure for a couple of years by allowing her to become “the girl that lived in the room at the end of the hall.” I’d see her only when she went into her room, and occasionally, as she exited. Anyway, poof—she was gone to the top of the world.

So we decided to embark on a “Go See Our Baby” adventure. At first, it seemed simple enough. Fly from St. Louis, Missouri, to Boston, Massachusetts; take a two-man dogsled to Bangor, Maine; and then ride a moose the last 250 miles up to Caribou! However, it was not that easy.

We arrived in Boston and I sent Mollie to pick up the rental car while I fought the baggage carousel crowd. I found her standing at the rental car counter with her hands on her hips, starring at the clerk who stood fixed in the same position, glaring back at her.

“Honey, what’s wrong,” I asked. “Did they get our reservation mixed up?”

“I don’t know,” she responded. “I can’t understand a word he’s saying!”

So I asked the clerk if there was a problem.

“The only problem is I can’t understand a word she’s saying,” he answered.

They were both speaking English, but Alabamian and Bostonian are not compatible languages, so I translated. We got the car and got on the road, and were making good time—until we noticed the “Moose Crossing” signs, so we slowed down.

After 18 grueling hours of hard travel time, and too many Griswold Family Vacation horrors to mention, we finally arrived at our daughter and son-in-law’s home and got a good night’s sleep. It was great to see and be with our kids, and the hardships of the journey vanished. We reveled in the presence of our loved ones, and didn’t give the difficulty of the trip another thought. We were happy campers.

Recently, during an exhausting time at work, I asked, Father where are You? and in my heart, I heard Him reply, Find Me.

What? You know the number of hairs on my head, my every thought, and even how many stars are in the sky, and I’m supposed to find You?

Then I thought, Remember Caribou. Why did you go?

“Because I love my daughter,” I heard myself saying aloud, “and I wanted to be with her. I missed her.”

There was silence—and more silence—until I recalled the verse about seeking and finding Him—when I do that with all my heart.

I asked myself, Do I have to play hide-and-seek just to be with the Father until I think it through? Well, God does not hide from us; nevertheless, He does dwell in a “secret place of the Most High God,” awaiting our presence. And it’s in His presence that we find love and joy unspeakable.

I eased the door shut, turned off the lights in my office, and began my journey into His dwelling place. It didn’t take long before I heard myself saying, Oh Father, thank You for being here when I need You. Thank You for never leaving me. Thank You, Father, for letting me find You. Please help me remember that you’re always right here with me, if I’ll just close out the world and open my heart and seek You.

Thank You that I didn’t have to go all the way to Caribou, Maine!