I’ve always believed that God speaks to me through images—through art and photos. I love the story that images portray. A single picture or painting can hold emotion, truth, and beauty that speaks straight to the heart—without saying a single word.

A few years ago, I went to a Christian book writing conference, and it sparked something deep inside me. I knew God was calling me to write. But to be honest—it felt overwhelming. I was slow to start. I doubted myself. I wasn’t sure how or where to begin.

But in His kindness, God gave me time to play. I started creating art and taking photos again—just for the joy of it. And somewhere along the way, I realized those creative pieces were actually telling the stories I had carried inside for years. They became a bridge—between my heart and my words. Between what I was feeling… and what I was meant to share.

Sharing my writing and art with the world is still one of the scariest things I’ve ever done. But something in me is blooming. When I post now, I feel like the world is finally seeing who I really am—not just the polished version, but the creative, reflective, sometimes messy real me. And I’m learning to trust that the stories God gives me—whether written or painted—are worth sharing.

This is where my heart speaks.
This is what happens when words and art collide.