All of creation is a celebration. The trees wave their arms. The rivers rush to gather. The foxes run. The bees dance. The birds sing. It is as it should be, a festival in honor of the Creator, borne of his beauty. A spectacle of color and sound and divine flourish. Yet, there is a greater celebration still, one where light shines even brighter. It is the celebration of lost and found. For as much as the Maker of all things delights in the splendor of his worlds, he delights far more when the sorrow of broken things comes untrue. At his heart, God is more than a creator. He is a redeemer. And our stories of redemption are his glory.