A Paint Party, a Promise, and Four Women Who Showed Up to Create 📍 Story Moment: A Saturday evening in the studio — brushes in hand, blue paint on the palette, and something sacred quietly filling the room. There's something that happens when women gather around a table with paintbrushes in their hands. The walls go quiet. The busyness falls away. Somewhere between the first brushstroke and the last — something opens. Last Saturday, four of us gathered for a "Hope Anchors My

How Nine Women, One Year Ago, Left the Plan Behind — and Found Something More Beautiful   📍 Story Moment: Trixi's Creations' Studio, 29 March 2025 — nine women arrived with brushes in hand, a sunflower to paint, and a canvas full of possibility.   There's something holy about a blank canvas.   It stands waiting — white, wide, and full of promise — like an unopened morning, like a held breath before the first word of a song. Nine canvases lined the table in Trixi's Creations'

How paint, prayer, and honest conversation became a sanctuary for every woman in the room 📍 Story Moment: A sunny Saturday morning in Auckland, 28 March 2026 — women gathering in a studio that holds more than paint, discovering they're holding more than brushes. 📖 "We are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them."  — Ephesians 2:10 (NKJV) My studio is a sanctuary. I don't use that word lightly. It's t

The physical and emotional benefits of painting, and why creativity restores what life has worn thin There are seasons when the soul carries more than words can bear. Thoughts circle endlessly, emotions feel tangled, and the body holds tension it cannot name. In those moments, God often invites us not into explanation, but into expression. Painting offers such an invitation. Not as performance.Not as productivity.But as presence. When we paint, something gentle yet profound t

A gentle relocation of words, healing, and holy remembrance There are moments in life when a shift feels small on the outside, yet deeply significant within. This is one of those moments. For some time now, This Is My Story has lived under Trixi’s Creations. It has been a beautiful home, a place where creativity and testimony met on the same page. Yet as the journey has unfolded, it has become clear that these reflections carry something even more personal. They hold memory.

Have you ever felt like your heart was carrying a weight too heavy to bear? 🤔 Like the noise of the world drowns out the quiet voice inside you that longs for healing? 🤔 I’ve been there, and I want to share something that changed everything for me — a space where creativity meets faith, where brokenness is met with hope, and where healing begins through art. This is the story of the faith-based creativity that transformed my life, and it might just do the same for you. Why

A reflection on how belief steadies the mind, strengthens the body, and shelters the heart Faith holds a mysterious power over the human experience. It reaches deeper than optimism and stretches further than mere positive thinking. Faith anchors the soul to Someone greater, and in doing so, it steadies the body and quiets the mind. Scientists have spent decades studying what believers have always sensed intuitively: faith heals in ways both seen and unseen. Faith brings emoti

Uncovering the hidden narratives that shape your reactions, relationships, and sense of self Have you ever felt like you’re fighting an invisible enemy in your own mind?🤔 Or notice how a single careless word can unravel your entire day?🤔 Many of us find that certain truths we know intellectually just don’t seem to “stick” in our hearts. The reality is that our lives are often shaped by hidden beliefs and past wounds we aren't even aware of. They act as an unseen architect,

A reflection on how what some call weakness, others see as a gift We live in a world quick to label. Too quiet. Too sensitive. Too weird. Too confident.  These words echo in our hearts and often leave us wondering if we are somehow broken. Yet the truth is, God never once made a mistake in how He designed us. For every person who says you are too quiet,  there is another who treasures your gift of listening. Where some see too sensitive,  others see the courage to feel deeply

A sacred reflection on faith, healing, courage, and the quiet victories that carried me through As the final hours of 2025 settle gently into stillness, I pause, not to rush into what is next, but to honour what has been. This year did not arrive with loud triumphs or easy resolutions. It unfolded slowly, faithfully, often quietly, like a tapestry woven thread by thread in places only God and I could see. 2025 was not a year of avoidance. It was a year of facing. Facing truth

A Gentle Reckoning of Faithfulness, Courage, Creativity, and Return Last year didn't just show me how much I could produce. It revealed where I chose to remain faithful and where God quietly invited me to deeper alignment. Where I Showed Up Consistently I showed up in writing. Here, truth, prayer, and reflection found their voice. I also committed to Speakers Tribe, practising speaking and leadership even when my confidence wavered. I chose courage over comfort, presence over

When I first picked up a paintbrush, I believed that I couldn't paint and I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. I just knew I needed a way to express the storm inside me. Art became my refuge, a place where my heart could speak without words. Over time, I discovered that creating spiritually inspired creations wasn’t just about making something beautiful. It was about healing, about connecting with something deeper, something sacred. And that’s what I want to share with you t

When life feels heavy, and the weight of emotional wounds presses down, where do we turn? For me, the answer has often been found in the gentle embrace of others - in the shared stories, the collective sighs, and the creative sparks that ignite when hearts come together. Healing in communities is not just a concept; it’s a lifeline. It’s a way to rebuild, to find strength, and to transform pain into purpose. I want to take you on a journey through the power of healing in comm

Living the Kingdom Culture of Kindness, Courtesy, and Consecrated Responses "Be careful how you handle any soul in the flesh; you cannot see their rank in the spirit. The one you belittle may be a gatekeeper of your tomorrow—an unseen throne in God’s courts. Walk in honour, for heaven hears your tone before the world sees your deed. — Steve De’lano Garcia ”   Those words stir something deep in me — not fear, but reverence. A holy awareness that every person I encounter bears

I never imagined that picking up a paintbrush or moulding clay could change my life. But here I am, sharing how artistic healing practices have transformed my emotional landscape in ways I never thought possible. If you’ve ever felt stuck, overwhelmed, or just plain lost in your feelings, this might be the gentle nudge you need. Artistic healing isn’t about creating a masterpiece. It’s about expressing what words can’t capture. It’s messy, raw, and deeply personal. And it’s

Rewriting our relationships in Christ’s love By the time I was six, I had already concluded that relationships would not last. After being the “new kid on the block” five times before age six, the pattern was painfully set. Thirteen schools and thirty-four homes by the time I reached eighteen only helped to cement this judgment about life and people. This belief—that relationships don’t last—became a hidden blueprint for my adult life. It led me to brace for rejection, to wit

The Missing Piece in Our Health Journey Many of us know the frustration of living with chronic illness. We face unexplained symptoms, receive diagnoses with no apparent cure, and often discover that, for all its incredible value, modern medicine does not always offer answers or cures. We pray for healing and follow doctors' orders, yet the sickness lingers, urging us to wonder what we might be missing. Dr Henry Wright's life work reveals a profound truth: there is an often-ov

A gentle revelation of fear exchanged for God’s design From the time we are small, labels can cling to us like invisible cloaks. Perhaps you were called “the shy one” at school, or quietly compared to a louder sibling. At first, these words might seem harmless. Yet over time, they take root and begin shaping the way we see ourselves. Shyness becomes a cage, a false identity stitched into our story. I know this well, because I once believed that was who I was. The “quiet one.”

Healing is a journey we often take alone, but what if it didn’t have to be that way? What if the path to emotional and spiritual restoration was something we walked together, hand in hand, through shared experiences and creative expression? I’ve found that when we come together as a community, something magical happens. The wounds we carry begin to soften, and a new sense of unity emerges. This is the heart of collective healing methods, a powerful way to mend not just oursel

A gentle unpeeling: discovering the canvas God painted before the world began For decades, I believed I was an introvert. I wore the label of “shy,” carrying social anxiety like an invisible cloak. It felt like part of my personality — something permanent. Yet one day, I heard a statement that stopped me in my tracks: “If you’re painfully shy, it would behove you to ask the Holy Spirit if that is an inner healing issue.” So I asked. Holy Spirit, in His gentleness, began to pe