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  w

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...

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...

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(New addition to "This is MY Story.") Rediscovering Creativity as a Pathway to Joy and Overcoming Depression In my post "Healing Through...

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As we prepare to celebrate the birth of our Lord, from our family to yours, we wish you a very blessed festive season, but most of all,...