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I'm having a sad day.
The kind of day that you know is dumb. The kind of sad that is not really truly sad. Just emo. Emo is lame.
Sad I'm not at Snap.
Sad Picnik is closing today.
Sad our guest room isn't filled with guests.
Sad because Shane is always sad lately.
Sad that since Shane is always sad, I can't catch up on anything.
Sad that I feel like I am doing just the bare minimum of everything.
Sad about the fact that Shane only wants me, yet sad that I'm sad about Shane only wanting me.
Mostly just sad because I'm sad.
So I'm thinking of making toffee crack for dinner.
Crafting my feelings away.
Listening to the a new CD Jason bought me, to cheer me up in my sadness.
I love that he knows just what I need.
So does Leslie who just sent this my way.
You can't be sad watching this.
You just can't.
Nor can you be sad when you think of the amazing outpouring of love shed on The Incubator Project.
I will gladly cry happy, sobbing, tears of gratitude when thinking of the little ones who will be comforted through all of you.
Much better than silly sad tears about dumb Picnik.
Caring for orphans > really anything else I can think of right now.
I have a reason to sing.
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Grab your headphones.
Click play.
Repeat.
So much of my life is surrounded by music.
As much as I crave quiet, I also crave long aimless drives with just my playlists.
Switchfoot is always on those playlists.
The poetry, imagery, and depth of the lyrics speak to my mind and heart.
I parked in the driveway, in the swagger wagon, alone, listening to music, catching up on emails. This song was playing as I opened up an email that brought me to tears. Happy tears. Ashley had finally received the long awaited word that they were matched with their much loved daughter in China.
Her name...
SONG.
An answer to prayer, to tears, to hope, to the wait.
One step closer.
One day nearer to seeing her beautiful face in person.
The best thing about Ashley, she is the type of person who's heart not only longs to bring their daughter home, but longs to give back to the orphanage where sweet Song is spending her days.
They are in need of an incubator. A bit of warmth, comfort, and care for the babies that will need it most.
Would you consider being a part of this gift?
Visit Under the Sycamore and learn more about the project.
See the song filled printables that go along with the project.
Pray for the Campbells. For Song. For the wait.
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Completely appropriate adventure gear.
Did I mention we had to climb through barbed wire?
Ya. In pettiskirts. That was easy.
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