Not Yet

Yesterday I put on my photographer's hat and culled my images from Zambia as fast as possible. 

Then after the kids were in bed, Jim and I talked and talked through the whole experience, and I let the photographs speak too.  That was when I really looked at them.

And this morning, I sat alone with them again.  Some of them encourage me.  Some just haunt me.

So many sweet people have encouraged me to share. 

I just can't yet.  The words aren't here.  But words are my way- so I know they will come. 

Until then, Sara Groves has the words I don't-

I saw what I saw and I can't forget it
I heard what I heard and I can't go back
I know what I know and I can't deny it
Something on the road, cut me to the soul

Your pain has changed me
Your dream inspires
Your face a memory
Your hope a fire
Your courage asks me what I'm afraid of
and what I know of love

We've done what we've done and we can't erase it
We are what we are and it's more than enough
We have what we have but it's no substitution
Something on the road, cut me to the soul

I say what I say with no hesitation
I have what I have but I'm giving it up
I do what I do with deep conviction
Something on the road, cut me to the soul

Your courage asks me what I’m afraid of
Your courage asks me what I am made of
Your courage asks me what I’m afraid of
and what I know of love

and what I know of God

             I Saw What I Saw, Sara Groves