[caption id="attachment_1667" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="Photo courtesy of Dan King"][/caption] saturday afternoon, as i watched seth & joy share their story, rachel posted on twitter: i had no idea my heart could be full and broken at the same time.
and so here i sit, placing one foot in front of the other, trying to find a balance i don't possess at the moment. !c//orphan moved me in a way i didn't anticipate. i feel it will be awhile before i'm able to accurately find words for what God is doing in my heart, and this is okay. for now, i'll process through thanks.
1000 gifts: ideacamp
 for my husband who whispers his belief in me at the perfect moment
 new friends, late night chats, and speaking truth
 crayons and rocks marking time and heart jumps
 Jesus-chicken and make-shift watches and rib-splitting laughter
 stick-figured families
 meeting of the minds under pf chang's lamp warmth - listening to those who dare be audacious in a society of dunces
 bringing home beautiful
 living the gospel story
 watching the weighty glory take root in minds and souls
 the god of the fairytale turning into the God of tragedy and ashes.
 seeing His love break and mend through stories
 feeling the darkness tremble at the collective breath of those willing to fight for the least of these
 the holy ground of suffering keeping me awake at night
 my mom heart ripping and making room
if you were at !c//orphan, how are you processing? what whispers are you hearing after the shifting of this weekend?