Anyone who has followed my journey for a period of time knows that since losing Judson, the butterfly has become a sacred symbol of hope in my life.  Each intimate and unexpected encounter I’ve experienced with a floating silhouette gracefully paints the picture of magnificent new life, particularly Judson’s new life.

But what I had yet to recognize, until this weekend, is how the butterfly can also radiantly represent the regeneration of my own soul through suffering.

Never did I imagine when attending the film festival premiering Judson’s Eyes that I would end up viewing one of the most powerful, compelling, and beautiful films I have ever seen, poignantly speaking hope directly into the depths of my own struggle—symbolized with the butterfly.

And it felt as though the story of the Butterfly Circus seemed to brilliantly illustrate the beauty from ashes displayed in Judson’s Eyes.