Beauty Lost, Beauty Redeemed.

Beauty Lost, Beauty Redeemed

Another day. Another shooting.

Our hearts were not created for this. 

We were never meant to see the things we see.

Never meant to hear cries of suffering.

Never meant to feel the weight of this knowing.

In the beginning—

a garden breathing with life.

Streams that sang refreshment.

Trees casting gentle shade.

Fruit dripping sweetness.

A fountain quenching every thirst.

It was perfect.

It was beautiful.

It was holy.

But then—

a glance at forbidden fruit,

a whisper of doubt,

a seed of pride.

And the world cracked.

Eyes opened.

Shame rushed in.

What was whole fractured into fragments.

Now the air smells of decay.

The night deepens.

Screens flicker with suffering.

And how tempting it is to retreat—

to build walls,

to numb the ache.

But God.

He would not leave us in the ruins.

He walked into the garden, clothing our shame.

And He already had a plan—

a redemption stronger than the curse.

Love came down.

Emmanuel—God with us.

He carried grief.

He tasted betrayal.

He wept tears.

Obedience led Him to a cross,

and love rolled away the stone.

Death defeated, hope alive.

This world is not our home.

We were never made to shoulder the weight of sin.

But thanks be to God—

the One who trades ashes for beauty, darkness for dawn,

death for life.

What was lost in a garden

is redeemed by a Lamb.