Hard to imagine my daughter was on a flyer as an endangered, missing child

This morning, one year ago today I was not prepared for the news I received.  I was healing from a hysterectomy that I had a few days ago and I was doing what the DR. said and I was taking it easy.as
my phone rang and it was my girl's father.  I figured I better answer especially since my daughter had been staying with him.  All I really remember was him saying my daughter was missing.  My first thought was okay, she has done this a few times, so I asked him how long she had been missing.  "As he told me I instantly broke into panic, I said "she has never been gone more than 24 hours, I always found her".  I remember screaming NOOOOO! I was crying, I was breaking, how would I find my daughter when she had already been missing for a week.  So many things ran through my mind, but the physical pain was to much.  Not only had I just had a pretty good surgery, but my heart felt like it was shattering, my heart physically hurt.  I was beyond devastated.  I didnt let my fear stop me from functioning. I immediatly went into detective mode.  I started messaging and texting every single person that I knew my daughter had contact with.  Then I went on her facebbok and started messaging her facebook friends.  Quite a few responded but no one knew where she was.  I had to keep busy to keep me from having a complete breakdown, I had a 13 year old young lady still living at home, my older daughters- so much on my mind.  I dont remember a ton about the next few days except for the endless nights spent on the couch, just in case she came home.  I would fall asleep and wake up from horrible dreams,  I do remember 2 friends (my visiting teachers but they are truly friends) came over.  I usually can maintain a solid front, but not this time.  I looked into both their eyes and the love and compassion and concern that was there made me cry.  It was a good cry, a safe cry with 2 friends whom I knew truly loved me.  I know there were many others, many meals and texts, it is all kind of a blur.
  I set up a facebook page to help find my daughter.  I learned there are a few creepy people but the good kind ones far outweighed the bad. Pretty soon I had followers from all over the country, posting, sharing, and trying to give me any information that may help.  I received messages of experiences from others who had been taken and sold into the sex industry and how it took years for them to escape.  I was told of streets in cities to look, to go clear to the back and I would see tin houses where humans are abused. I learned of things that I never even imagined.  I appreciated them giving me the names of these places but I could feel my self feeling dark and even more worried so I learned to be careful of what I was reading--
  My daughter had been on "informal probabation" so she had an amazing PO who she had to report to.  I actually grew to love this lady.  She had been at my house the morning after my daughter had attempted suicide.  I knew she truly cared about my daughter.  She kept in touch with me daily, sometimes more, asking if I was okay and any news.  My daughters PO was pregnant with a baby that her family had waited for and prayed for, for many years, I was so excited and she looked so cute with her big belly full of love.
   I had been following a facebook page from St George that was about a young man who had been missing for at that time, I believe it was 2 years.  His name is Macin.  They are still searching, trying to find him but no leads.  His mother Tracy is an amazing advocate for Macin.  She is raw, sincere and persistent.  I knew Macin had many looking from him "Macins Army" and his page is updated frequently.  I messaged Tracy and asked her if she would allow me to post my daughters info on Macins page, in hopes to get a clue where she was.  Tracy generously sent me a message saying such kind things and of course she allowed me too- she knows the mommas aching heart.  She also told me if there was anything they could do from St George to let her know.  I was touched, I still pray for their family and to bring Macin home.  They have a web page -his name is Macin Smith- many have heared of him, flyers everywhere-- there is still hope.  So take a minute look him up and become familar with his features- I cannot even imagine what his momma is going through.
   My daughter had a PO officer from a small charge that she had,  Her PO officer had become a dear friend, I grew to love her and I knew she cared for us.  Her PO became very active trying to help find our missing girl.  She knew her entire history and was so concerned for her safety.
    I learned that my circle of people who care is quite larger than I thought.  I felt blessed.  I think I had spent more time on my knees begging, pleading for my daughter to be protected, to not be hurtung, and to come home, than I ever had.  Sometimes I just cried and asked for some of this pain I was feeling to ease, I prayed for some solid sleep so I could keep going, I feel I have a pretty good relationship with my Heavenly Father, so I felt great comfort in prayer.  I would just kneel against my bed until I felt a little bit of peace so I could keep going,
   I know I did not make it through the next week on my own, my Heavenly Father was sending his love through others, reminding me he was aware of what I and my family was going through.  I had learned we can call on our loved ones from the other side to help those we love.  I did, I pleaded for them to be allowed to encircle my daughter, to help her feel the love from her Heavenly Father, from those who had passed and from us still on earth.  I pleaded for her safety and her return.  This gave me peace.  I believe they did just what I asked.