Scripture tells us that there are things hidden from us that are known fully to Him. And instead of being disturbed by that, I’ve learned to rest in it. I don’t need every detail unearthed to heal. I need to know that none of it was unseen.

The little girl who ran across particleboard floors searching for someone who felt like home didn’t know she was already known. She didn’t know her story was already seen.

This is the introduction to my book, which is an altar of remembrance. Each chapter is a stone set upright to declare that God redeems what the enemy meant to destroy. That suffering is not sovereign, God is, that even when our story is marred by devastation, it can still be redeemed for His glory.