🖌️ A Soup Kitchen for the Soul
- Patrizia a.k.a. Trixi Schwartz
- May 20
- 3 min read
Updated: May 21

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 with something so big, so sacred, so seemingly beyond my skillset.
But the vision won’t leave me.
It’s this picture of a Vibrant Creative Community Centre — what I’ve come to call a Soup Kitchen for the Soul.
A place where people come not just to create art, but to reconnect with the creativity stitched into their DNA by the Ultimate Creator Himself.
A place where no one has to behave before they belong.
A space of safety, restoration, joy, and honest worship.
Some days, the vision feels like a mountain too tall to climb. The business side of it? Frankly, it scares the daylights out of me. I didn’t sign up to be an entrepreneur. I just wanted to help people heal. But I’m learning that ministry often flows through the most unexpected vessels — paintbrushes, spreadsheets, even spreadsheets (sigh).
What I do know is this: creativity is not just for “artists.”
We’ve been conditioned to believe that unless it’s perfect, it doesn’t count. But every child knows better. They sing loudly, draw wildly, dance messily — and it’s glorious. Until someone tells them they’re doing it wrong. And then fear steps in. Shame silences the song.
But here’s the truth I’m clinging to:✨ God is the Ultimate Creator, and we were made in His image (Genesis 1:27).✨ Creativity is in our bones.✨ And when it’s done in partnership with the Holy Spirit, it becomes a form of worship — one that brings deep healing.
It has for me.
You see, I’ve battled anxiety and depression for most of my life. High-functioning on the outside, falling apart inside. But something began to shift when I started creating again. Painting, Bible journaling, singing — it’s like the Holy Spirit breathes through the process, brushing colour back into the parts of me that went grey from pain.
Now, whenever that familiar heaviness creeps in, I know where to run. Not into hiding — but into worship. Into colour. Into creating with God.
I still don’t have all the answers. The “where” and “how” are still unfolding. But I trust the One who gave the vision will also send the provision — whether that’s people, resources, or courage.
So here I am, taking one small, obedient step at a time.
And maybe, just maybe, you’ve got a creative spark inside you too. One that’s been buried under years of responsibility, fear, or the lie that you’re not good enough.
If that’s you, I want you to know — there’s a place for you here. You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to show up.
This is your invitation to breathe again.
To create.
To heal.
To belong before you believe.
To be loved into the Kingdom.
Let’s build this together — not perfectly, but faithfully.
🎨 Want to connect or join the vision?
📩 Email: trixi.schwartz@gmail.com
🖼️ Browse artwork: Trixi’s Portfolio
🛠️ Creative Prompt: Try something playful this week. Doodle on a napkin. Sing a song you loved as a child. Finger-paint with your kids. Let go of “perfect.” Just let your soul speak.
🙏 Prayer for the Journey: Lord, I bring You my trembling hands and my hesitant yes. Teach me to create with You — not for approval, but for healing. Make beauty out of the places in me that still feel broken. And may this little vision grow into a big story of redemption.
In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
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