I do not have time to really pound out a long blog this morning on the events of the past weekend.
I keep coming back to this idea of being broken.
I walked into that conference more broken than I have been in a very, very long time.
I walked out of that conference even more shattered.
I journaled the entire time I was there--and I have snippets and nuggets of wisdom from some of the most incredible musicians and speakers. My brain was working in overdrive and I couldn't contain myself.
Joy, elation, sadness, shame, guilt, hope, peace, security, insecurity, beautiful disaster.
But, most commonly broken.
I will not be able to put all of my pieces back together.
And. . . .strangely. . . .I'm ok with that.