Because we live most of our lives in the middle of the story, we can't see clearly and the big picture eludes us. It's not that everything happens for a reason, it's just that our God is always and forever taking broken things and making them beautiful. And that gives us hope.
Bottom right*: I had the honor of photographing baby James' too-short 62 minute life, witnessing his parents' love and grace and strength. It changed me.
Bottom center: Hidden in the shadow of the cross
Bottom left: Hosanna to the King
Middle right: Isaiah 11:1, righteous branch
Middle center: A mirror, I see myself and my sin at the cross
Middle left: "Are caterpillars told of their impending resurrection? How in dying they will be transformed from poor earth-crawlers into creatures of the air with exquisitely painted wings? If told, do they believe?" Malcom Muggeridge
Top right: Me and my dad, his hands circa 1982. Romans 8:15
Top center: I once had a dream in which Jesus was talking to me about creation and John chapter one and he had a ring in his hand and he kept pointing to it. It's a ring and it's a crown. Ephesians 5:23
Top left: "God is light, in him there is no darkness at all." 1 John 1:5
Stitching these images together first required a breaking apart of a dogwood flower, but isn't that just the thing? Beauty from ashes. It's what God does best.
*I created these left to right which in hindsight is odd and upside down, inside out. Just like life with Jesus.