Dear Friend,

Long before the hope of resurrection was fully known, Job proclaimed it into the dark. Stripped of everything, faced with the crushing sorrow of loss, he dared to say: I know that my Redeemer lives. This same unexpected certainty quietly fills the rooms of Belóved Gallery—not through argument or explanation, but through paintings, poetry, and the stories of guests who walk the exhibition floor.

Anne Evans toured Belóved Gallery on the one-year anniversary of her son Stewart’s fatal accident. Carrying overwhelming grief, she had no words, and then, standing in front of Akiane’s portrait of Jesus, Prince of Peace, words suddenly came to her: Anne, I believe in you. The face in the painting did not erase her grief. It held it. “When I looked into the left eye, I felt all the compassion and the mercy that God feels for people, how much He loves mankind, and that He’s sorry for our pain. In the right eye, there is much hope and promise. When you have a great loss, you want hope restored.”