After indulging in several wonderful days at home again, Jacob returned to work today, joining Sam down at the church, who graciously had a second desk brought into his office and encouraged Jake to just roll with the status quo and continue to consider the church his own, the place where he will always be welcome and made to feel at home in an understanding place when it comes to having needs met, just as Jacob originally intended this church to be, before it swallowed him whole.
That sentiment couldn't have been truer today by the phone call I received an hour ago.
How are you doing, Bridget? You were sleeping so restlessly when I left.
I'm okay. Not a hundred percent but not as bad as before.
Nightmares? I read your entry this morning.
Yes. The pills make them worse, Jake.
It's okay. I'm coming home in a little while.
Really? How come?
So I can hold you while you sleep. You won't have any more nightmares that way.