Grief can be powerful, the pain deep. Sometimes it is hard to just breathe.
Several years ago, I was going through a season of grief. No one had died. I was mourning the loss of something very dear to me. I could not yet see the joy God would give me in the next phase of my life. All I could see then was my loss.
It was during this time of grief, I found this angel statue in a graveyard. She was quite large, perhaps ten feet tall and was the centerpiece of a family plot. She was beautiful. I would go look at her about once a week and cry out my pain to God. No one thinks you are strange if the tears are flowing while you are in the graveyard.
Midst the many tears, I drew comfort from God when I looked at her beauty.
Art touches the soul. It helps us take a second look. God uses it to remind us He is there and He is bigger than what we are experiencing.