And in the middle of the unexpected laughing and the desperate holding in the kitchen and the slew of blah days and the broken calls from home there are slivers of somethings that outweigh the rest and speak glory into the shattering.

So know this and then be still: no more surprise at sin's pulling and stomping, no more surprise at our dark choices, dark words, dark thoughts; only know that He saves again and He loves constant and there is nothing more piercing than light cracking the darkness.

And so I will call and He will answer.  I will fall and He will rescue.  I will sway and He will love.  And how can I not try to do the same?