I watched them dance.
I laughed with them.
Watched them as they watched a puppet show.
I drank in every minute. Wishing for more. Loving them. Loving them. Oh so very much wishing for more. 27 of our Lost Boys in a room and my cup ran over. How to paint with words all that I heard and saw. Grady was there. Sweet Samuel. Porter? I'm still trying to decide. Boys from years ago who were in Aaron's group. Boys we loved. Loved.
I am at a loss.
The last three days have been overflowing. I can't sort it all out in my mind. The whirlwind of emotions has rendered me speechless.
I need my sweet husband. I need to pour out the stories and the images to him. Rest my words on his shoulders. Laugh with him. Grieve out the sorrow. I am missing his steady calm. Three solid days of so much. So very much. I wondered last week whether this trip was crazy. I don't wonder any more. The welcoming arms of the director - the tears in her eyes. The leaning in as we took a picture. It is good. It is most definitely good.
God is on the move. Baby steps to be sure. But God is moving.
I have stories. I will share. For now - thank you. Thank you.
Your prayers cover me. I know this. It is good.