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I live in a relatively small town in the Mount Washington Valley of NH. It’s a beautiful place to live and a great place to visit. Because of the beauty of our setting we are a tourist attraction. People from all over the country come and go, almost year round. They come to hike the mountains in the summer, thrill at the foliage in the fall, and to ski the snowy slopes in the winter. As such, our population changes with the seasons, but those of us who choose Conway as home, year round, are a friendly and pretty close knit community.
Three weeks ago today, just three days before her fifteenth birthday, fourteen year old Abigail Hernandez left Kennet High School and headed for her home on foot, as is her usual routine. According to reports, she and her mom had plans for the evening. Somewhere along her way she texted a “heart” to her boyfriend, who was on the school bus headed for his home. That was the last anyone has heard of her. She has not been seen since. When her mother arrived home from work, Abby was not there. Later that evening a missing person’s report was filed, and the search began.
Local police, our state’s Associate Atty General, the State Police Major Crime Unit, FBI Agents, Secret Service, and the Fish and Game Department have all joined in the search, along with numerous volunteers from the community. The community . . . the shocked and saddened community has gone into action. Some of Abby’s friends have created websites to keep her face and information in the public’s eye via social media. Local businesses have printed posters, at no cost, that have gone up everywhere. The County Nursing Home, where Abby’s mom, Zenya is employed has allowed it’s employees to donate some of their vacation time to her, to help with finances as she takes time off from work. Six hundred people attended a candlelight vigil and walk in the park, symbolically “to light the way home” for Abby, followed the next day by a “half marathon” sponsored by a local runners’ group that Zenya and Abby’s sister belong to. Funds raised were donated to the family to help with expenses. It’s just a caring community coming together to help this heartbroken single mom and sister in their time of need.
Though there have been many tips called in, per request of the police, there have been no real leads in the case. No communication from her of any kind. There have been exhaustive searches, but no real clues. Posters abound throughout town, and now billboards are going up containing her picture. There have been road stops, interviews, but nothing found that would lead to Abby. Those who know her say she seemed happy and not to have any major issues. Officials feel that the longer she has been gone, the less likely it is that she is a runaway. That gives all involved great concern because she is a beautiful fifteen year old girl, without a car or a driver’s license, and no means of financial support. She is out there . . . somewhere.
So this community is rightfully concerned, and somewhat on edge. We are watching our kids very carefully, as we should, and praying for our girl, Abby to return. Yes, our girl. That’s what community is all about. This community has taken Abby as their own and we won’t rest until she’s home. Though there’s much we do not know, there is one thing we do know. Wherever she is, God is with her.
“Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there; If I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn, If I settle on the far side of the sea,
Even there your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast.” (Psalm 139:7-10)
Let’s not forget that He is “El Roi,” “. . . the God who sees . . .” (Genesis 16:13) We pray that by His mighty hand, He will bring her back to her family and us, soon.
Wherever you live, please take a good look at this beautiful face, and if you have seen her, please make the call that will bring Abby home. In the meantime, please pray.
Thanks so much. That’s the view from here. . .