From the dead, comes life.
Death brings life. It's one of the fundamental rules of a fallen Earth. We track it all the way to the cross, and the powers of Satan certainly did not see that one coming. It was the mystery they could not predict, could not fathom. God would kill His own Son? From that death would erupt life, exponential life, eternally, for a host of sinful ingrates? Who concocted such an outrageous plan?
When my days smell of death the way a a shoe smells of dog poop, I remind myself: God is the great redeemer of all lost things. He'll bring life out of it yet.