The last few days have felt too foreign to be real. Insanely difficult. Wild swings from grief, to confusion, to anger, slight pauses of feeling okay, followed by guilt of feeling okay because we haven't found him yet. Basically everything you can imagine in a tornado of grief and sadness.

But today felt like nothing short of a blessing--and I feel like it is worth sharing.

This morning, my wife and I met with the relief society president for close to two hours. We are, by all definitions, inactive members of the church--but genuinely love our ward. It's actually the ward I grew up in, and the ward my parents have been in for 30+ years. The Relief Society president was PERFECT. She listened, and told us that we had members of the ward that were eager to join the search for Josh. She begged us, "even if it's just places you want to check off a list, let's let some of our people check them off the list." Towards the end of the conversation, I told her "with how stumped we are ... honestly, the best I can tell is for anyone to be aware, and if a thought comes to them ... pursue it. Gut feelings are as good as anything we can offer in terms of where to look." She looked at us, confidently in the eye and said "we are going to find Josh."

Two blocks away, my parents were meeting with our bishop and the Stake President, and my mother was getting a much needed blessing from the Stake President. After the blessing, the Stake President looked my parents in the eyes and said "your ward loves you--and we WILL find Josh. Soon."

Tonight, my family did what we have been doing for the last day or so. We had dinner together, laughed and cried together--just trying to find some comfort--anxiously waiting for this case to be given to the Orem PD detectives, for warrants to be obtained on cell phone data, etc.

At about 8:00 tonight, my mom got a call. She didn't know who she was talking to at first, but it was the bishop. We heard her say, "we found the car?" Literally at that exact moment, the Relief Society President literally just walked into the door. Didn't even knock. Came right over to us, and showed us a picture of my little brother's car.

It was a collective gasp, and then all around weeping of relief. This has been what so much fasting and prayer has been for. His car was found by our Bishop and First Councillor driving around and "following the Spirit."

Unfortunately, fog conditions tonight have made it so that the search for his body will have to wait until the morning. But the location of his car (which I won't give at request of the Orem PD) has given us a lot of hope that his body will quickly be found nearby tomorrow morning. But finding the car, and having the degree of confidence that we have in where he is, and specifically what those final moments of his life may have been like (at peace, and ready to go back home) has given my family more peace than we ever could have imagined.

Obviously, this is not the outcome we wanted for Josh. As the search for Josh ends, the grief will be more front and center. My text threads with Josh about crypto, BYU Football, and Russell Westbrook sucking as a teammate will be missed every day for the rest of my life. But I feel like God answered the prayers of my family, my neighbors, strangers on social media, and fellow CB'ers tonight. And I am so grateful to CB for any thoughts and prayers that you have offered up for 'Ikuna's family' in the last few days.

Thank you all on behalf of my family. Your prayers have been felt.