Who am I without Christ? No one. With out him, I am just meaningless traits. He is my peace + my hope. The cross with the heart represents my relationship with Christ. The cross is made from a butterfly bush, representing new birth + life. The broken glass represents my imperfections; the human part of me. I love Christ, but I still screw up. The nails represent the pain of life. Just because I have hope doesn't mean my life is all rainbows + unicorns - its hard and will never not be hard, but now it's not bleak. Without Christ, my "spirit self" wouldn't even be worth a picture.