it has come to my attention that not everything in life is black and white. i think it's something i've learned a lot over the past few years, but it's only recently that i am seeing the applications and truth in the statement.  life is never perfect.  sadness is never perfectly sad, nor is goodness always perfectly good.  i've come to realize that emotions and responsibilities mix, and though we can rely on the Truth of our Savior, the line is still blurred in other instances.

i'm glad life's not perfect.  or black and white.  i'm thankful for the blurs.  one time on a blog, i wrote about life being messy, and coloring outside the lines, and chaos.  i still think that's true.  

meditate on this picture from kim walker's song "how He loves us"...

so heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss

and my heart turns violently inside of my chest

i also love the imagery from one of my favorite david crowder quotes...

"when our depravity meets His divinity, it is a divine collision"

i would write more, much more, about the week and camp and life in general, but these are the thoughts in my heart at this very moment, so....yep.