I know that I will one day speak on stages and in stadiums — it’s not a question of if, only when. Because this is what I’ve learned:

People often say, “I’m not creative.” I used to believe that too.

I said, I can’t sing, I can’t dance, I can’t draw, I can’t paint, I can’t write, I can’t speak.

Those weren’t truths; they were wounds — ways of protecting myself from shame and rejection.

Yet God, in His mercy, gave me seven keys for healing, and six of them were creativity, because creativity isn’t about talent — it’s about restoration. It’s rest. It’s joy. It’s the place where our hearts remember how to breathe again.

Every “I can’t” in my life became a story of redemption.

Now, I do all six.

Creativity has become my conversation with God — a sacred exchange where pain becomes colour, words become wings, and silence becomes song. It’s where I find healing and restoration through faith and expression.

So now I know this: Nothing is impossible — because with Him, I’m possible.

💡 Reflection:

• Where have you believed the lie that you are not creative? 🤔

• What story of healing might God be waiting to write through your hands, your voice, your movement, or your imagination? 🤔

🎺 Affirmation:

I am God’s masterpiece in progress. Every brushstroke of my life carries His grace. What once was broken, He is making beautifully whole.

🙌 Prayer:

Father, thank You for the gift of creativity — for the ways You heal and restore what was once wounded and afraid. Help me to see myself as You see me: capable, beloved, and full of divine potential. Teach me to create from a place of rest and joy, and to use my gifts to reflect Your heart to the world.

In Jesus’ Name, Amen.