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