There are moments in my life when everything falls away — the noise, the weight of it all — and the only voice left is the one I share with God. In those moments, I am not passing through a place. I am being received by it. These photographs are evidence. I cannot tell you where to find it. But I can show you where it found me —
Therearemomentsinmylifewheneverythingfallsaway—thenoise,theweightofitall—andtheonlyvoiceleftistheoneIsharewithGod.Inthosemoments,Iamnotpassingthroughaplace.Iambeingreceivedbyit.Thesephotographsareevidence.Icannottellyouwheretofindit.ButIcanshowyouwhereitfoundme—
Therearemomentsinmylifewheneverythingfallsaway—thenoise,theweightofitall—andtheonlyvoiceleftistheoneIsharewithGod.Inthosemoments,Iamnotpassingthroughaplace.Iambeingreceivedbyit.Thesephotographsareevidence.Icannottellyouwheretofindit.ButIcanshowyouwhereitfoundme—



and where the world, for all its wildness, could not outrun where God stood inside it.
andwheretheworld,forallitswildness,couldnotoutrunwhereGodstoodinsideit.
andwheretheworld,forallitswildness,couldnotoutrunwhereGodstoodinsideit.




















