Les Mis already killin me

Stacy and I sat on the front row of the balcony at the Queen's Theatre in London.  For most of the musical my jaw was dropped, leaning over the rail and tears running down my face.  It was one of the most profound pictures of grace I've ever seen.  That spot, deep in my heart that believes in grace got dug out just a little deeper that night.  I just watched this little preview of the upcoming Les Miserables movie.  I didn't make it to the end, fearing I might just start audibly weeping in the office.  Can't wait to take my kids to see this movie - praying that the grace well in them might become excavated even deeper while their hearts are still so soft.