This is my heart: husband curling over his computer on the floor editing aerospace documents and the open window to the street that is begging to be ran over lunch and the blanket made by the good friend keeping my toes warm while I work on the couch trying to put shards of children into whole words and all the while a good God hovers over the void inside unclaimed souls and He is strengthening His people, moving us into the lives that will be His and this truth is pounding out the doubting, it is bolstering this caving heart.