I didn't get to attend my father's funeral in Montana today. I wrote to my sister and said, "I will be in the gardens at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte at the very moment the service begins some 2000 miles away. The very moment the clock touched the time of a new beginning. The Old Rugged Cross began to play in the speaker next to me. My mother's all time favorite song of spirituality. But that's not where the story ends. I believe God saw me sitting there. Although I was holding a pen. He chose to using my writing hand to speak a story about why families tend to break up when there's a death. The photograph is truly my writing hand allowing God to move through me today.