These pictures are a journey. They are about being brave, and finding freedom, and trusting in something more than ourselves. My heart stretches at its confines when I see its path and my soul grows stronger at its imaginings. I have seen the evidence of pain and recovery and healing in my heart and in yours. I see it. I feel it. I am it. And all I can bear to think is"how rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist?" How marvelous that we can come to the river, that wounds are washed clean, and our scars are made into banners of His victory? How beautiful, indeed.
These are some of my favorite images to date. I hope you took the time to find the story within their confines. I hope you felt the pull of the music and the hope in your chest. I hope, I hope, I hope . . .
Just trying my best to hold onto feelings in the heart of Tennessee.