Tonight, there was

tonight, it's just sloan and I in the living room, sprawled across the floor and couch, our faces highlighted blue from the computer screens.

there are occasional words, snippets of stories and shared jokes, but mostly just the tapping of keyboards and music stirring in the background.

earlier, there was a time of worship, a time of ministry, a time of tears, and a time of hugs. this same room, holding only two, just hours earlier, held 18. there was prayer, questions seeking out the heart of God, and His answers, revealed in scripture. there was healing, spoken through the mouths of servants broken themselves. there was hope shared, handed from one scarred soul to the next.

and there were the words of a song, "my name is graven on his hands," the visual of two hands so large, tattooed with the names of all the children of God.

as i sit in this room, now emptied, now quiet, I revel in the knowdlege...My Savior, He can move the mountains. My God is mighty to save!