that teary aching joy that lives under your rib cage and runs like a high speed train through your mind; that comforts you with something beyond explanation and simultaneously stirs grief in with the good; that mournful celebration that allows you take part in one child's achievements and at the same time ushers a quiet space for another child's failures; those utterances of spirit that your mind cannot fathom as you wade through the days praying in and through His spirit.

because life is messy; a muddled masterpiece; bittersweet.

let love and faithfulness never leave you. bind them around your neck write them on the tablet of your heart