From the ashes...

This summer our family farm house burnt to the ground. While I was walking through the ashen rubble and twisted metal, nothing held color. A lot of gray. However, a children's Bible looked as if it exploded, with pages torn, burnt, laying in a pile. The only picture that was intact was this one. Perfectly framed by the fire. Full of life. Perhaps giving hope to its onlooker. One of the most profound moments I've had. Still piecing together its purpose in my path.