The story behind the image
I Used to See a Shepherd. Now I See My Own Story.
When I first created The Journey Home, I did not fully understand what it meant to me. I even struggled to name it. I showed the piece to my wife and asked what she saw. Almost immediately, she said, “The Journey Home.” The name stayed with me, but its meaning has grown much deeper with time.
There have been seasons when I felt far from the person I wanted to be—when I wandered spiritually, carried things quietly, made mistakes, and wondered how I would ever become whole again. And yet, one of the most consistent experiences of my life has been this: Jesus Christ keeps finding me. Not once, but again and again.
He has met me in places I am not proud of, stayed with me when I felt ashamed, and helped me stand again. Sometimes He has guided me. Sometimes He has waited patiently for me to turn toward Him. And sometimes, looking back, I can only describe what happened as being carried. I used to see a shepherd carrying a lost sheep home. Now I see my own story.
The miracle of the Good Shepherd is not simply that He knows where home is. It is that He is willing to come into the wilderness to find us. I am still on that journey, and I still need grace. But I know my Savior better now: He does not grow tired of finding me. His scarred hands keep reaching for me, lifting me, healing me, and pointing me home.