"Because healing isn’t just a process — it’s a promise." What if healing was never meant to be a finish line but an unfolding — a sacred invitation back to wholeness? What if healing wasn’t just recovery, but rebirth? This is the heart behind Healing 💔heARTs💖 — not simply a message I share, but a movement etched into canvas, colour, and Spirit-breathed expression. A visual reflection of the sacred journey from ashes to beauty, from silence to song. I’ve lived it. Maybe you

I must confess, keeping my story page current hasn't been as easy or consistent as I'd hoped. Life has a way of sweeping us along, doesn't it? Often, I begin writing with the best intentions, crafting posts that speak from my heart, only to leave them tucked away as drafts. These hidden reflections patiently wait beneath a growing mountain of responsibilities and everyday tasks, occasionally forgotten altogether. Yet, amidst the busyness, I've recently paused to breathe new l

I recently sat with a dear friend in my studio — a space where many tears have been poured into paint — and what she shared broke my heart. She works in a church office. And yet, the words that surfaced were not what you’d expect from a place of faith: bullying, manipulation, dishonour, control. She feels silenced. Afraid. Wounded by the very leaders who should be carrying the heart of Christ. Sadly, her story is not isolated. Over the years, I’ve heard many such testimonies

There’s a billboard I came across recently. It said: “If your art helped you survive something… it’s already a masterpiece.” And I paused. Held my breath. Let the truth of it settle in my chest like a long-lost friend. Because I know exactly what that means. You see, there was a moment — years ago now — when I picked up a pencil not because I felt inspired, but because I was given an assignment and didn’t know how else to breathe. I didn’t call myself an artist then. I was

We often see failure as something final — a sign that we weren’t good enough, strong enough, or worthy enough. But what if failure was never meant to break you? 🤔 What if it was your First Attempt In Learning — the fertile ground where roots of resilience, self-awareness, and divine wisdom begin to grow? 🤔 I recently stumbled on this image that tells a quiet truth we often forget: Each part of FAILURE becomes a step forward. ✨ F — FALL You stumble. You hit the ground. And

Have you ever wondered why a simple hug can bring you to tears?🤔 Or why the absence of touch can echo through generations?🤔 This new devotional unpacks the science of epigenetics, the history of withheld affection, and the truth that God receives us, even when others did not. 👶💔 From the lasting effects of neglect…🧬 To DNA shaped by love or lack…🙏 To the tender hands of a Father who never lets go. ✨ This post is for anyone who’s ever felt the ache of being untouched, un

Carrying Hope on Dusty Roads In a world driven by metrics and noise, there’s quiet power in simply showing up — walking in purpose, sharing hope, and carrying good news wherever we’re called. I recently wrote a devotional titled "Beautiful Feet: Carrying Hope on Dusty Roads", inspired by Romans 10:15 (NLT). It speaks to the sacred call we each carry, not always to platforms or stages, but to people — one faithful step at a time. Whether in ministry, leadership, creativity, or

Healing the Legacy of Withheld Affection There are some wounds we don’t have words for until much later in life. They begin as moments of silence — unanswered questions, unmet glances, unnoticed tears. They look like withdrawal, or “being strong,” or staying quiet so that we won’t be a burden. But underneath, they whisper a message many of us have carried far too long: You’re not worth holding. You see, in 1934, Johanna Haarer published a book called The German Mother and H

There’s a quiet moment I return to often — one I didn’t expect to hold so much weight. It wasn’t dramatic. Just a regular Tuesday, maybe. I was sitting at my table, brush in hand, heart aching. The kind of ache that doesn’t always have words — just a heaviness that sits in the chest like wet clay. In that stillness, God met me. Not in a loud voice or a quick fix, but in something slower… gentler. In the swirl of colour. In the silence. In the way the paint moved across the ca

I used to think procrastination meant I was broken. Weak-willed. Lazy, even. That’s what the world told me. That if I just had more discipline or better time management, I’d be fine. But that was never the whole truth. Because underneath my delay wasn’t disinterest. It was dread. The kind of dread that whispers, What if it’s not good enough? 🤔 What if I fail? 🤔 What if they see right through me? 🤔 The task could be as small as replying to an email or as sacred as starti

An Acronym Devotional for the Soulful Woman Featured Painting: #363_20201002c Butterfly W – Woven in Wonder “I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” — Psalm 139:14 (NIV) Dear one, never doubt the miracle that you are. Even on days when you feel threadbare, know this — God’s fingerprints are all over your life. You’re not a mistake or a side note; you are an intentional, glorious work of art. You were made t

“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” — Ephesians 2:10 (NIV) There’s something sacred about discovering your why — that quiet, unwavering sense of purpose woven into your very being. When it finally surfaces, often through life’s trials and tenderness, it illuminates everything. Suddenly, the mundane moments are no longer meaningless. They become holy ground — essential steps along a path God laid

Last month, I stepped out in faith and pitched to become a leader within the Speakers Tribe. I'm both humbled and excited to share that I’ve been accepted into this new chapter — and with it comes my first challenge: to share a video on the power of saying yes. It’s amazing what doors begin to open when we dare to say yes — not just to opportunities, but to growth, to courage, and to the unknown paths where our purpose awaits. Curious to know more? Head over to my ‘This i

There was a time I believed I had to earn love — to be perfect, perform well, stay strong, and never ask for help. But through the deepest valleys of pain, rejection, and silence, I’ve discovered a truth far greater than anything I could ever achieve on my own: I am fully known and still completely loved. The kind of love that holds steady through every storm. The kind that doesn’t walk away when I’m at my worst. Romans 8:38–39 reminds me that no matter what I’ve walked throu

I still find it strange to call myself an artist. It’s only been a few years since I picked up a pencil again, and painting didn’t begin until September 2019. To be honest, it still feels so new, so delicate — like a tiny sprout in early spring that hasn’t quite figured out how to stand tall yet. I’m not what you’d call “eloquent.” I stumble over words, I lose my train of thought. I’ve felt more like Moses than any modern-day visionary, questioning why God would entrust me wi

I genuinely believe this: each one of us came into the world already carrying the spark of an artist within. You see it clearly in toddlers — their first instinct with a pencil, pen, or crayon isn’t to write letters or numbers, but to scribble. Before they can speak in full sentences, they’re already expressing themselves through colour, line, and form. That’s not by accident. That’s design. God created us in His image — the Creator (Genesis 1:27) — which means creativity flo

The breakdown is just God allowing our structures to be overloaded so we can reach the end of ourselves and realise our vows not to need help aren't serving us but destroying us. Only when we hit rock bottom do we call out to Him to ask for help. Sometimes the breakdown isn’t punishment — it’s mercy. It’s God, in His deep wisdom, allowing the weight of our self-made structures to collapse under their own pressure. Not because He wants to see us suffer, but because He longs fo

Marking the end with intention, care, and quiet courage And so, I’ve come to the end of yet another season... What began as a five-month part-time 20-hour-per-month contract has quietly unfolded into a full year, one rich with lessons, growth, resilience, unexpected healing, and grace. However, the past six months have felt like limbo. A waiting season. I knew the end could come at any time, and that I’d likely be replaced by a virtual assistant from the Philippines, beca

I asked ChatGPT: Based on everything you've seen me write, post on and what you know about me, what belief do I repeat that sounds empowering... but might secretly be sabotaging me? This was its reply: Oof, that’s a powerful question. Reading between the lines of what you’ve shared and the way you express yourself—with deep passion, heart-led purpose, and a desire to serve through creativity and connection—I’d say one empowering-sounding belief that might have a shadow side

(New addition to "This is MY Story.") Rediscovering Creativity as a Pathway to Joy and Overcoming Depression In my post "Healing Through Creativity," I share my transformative journey of rediscovering my creative talents and how this process has been instrumental in my healing. After years of exploring various artistic endeavours, I found solace and restoration through painting, leading me to establish Trixi's Creations with a focus on "Healing 💔heARTs💖." My personal experi