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There was a time when my voice was quiet—almost lost in the noise of life. For years, I carried a longing I couldn’t quite name: a desire to create and to explore. Creativity had always lived within me, showing up in different forms through each season. But it wasn’t until I entered a deep, intimate season with the Lord that I began to truly understand who I was.

In that intimate space, I discovered the truth of my identity—not just as a woman with dreams, but as a daughter of the King, Jesus. That truth settled deep within me, awakening something that had long been hidden away.

About ten years ago, I picked up a pencil again. It was a quiet moment, but it marked the beginning of something extraordinary. I began to draw—simple sketches at first, but they carried emotion, depth, and story. Over time, my art evolved. I moved from pencil to ink, from watercolor to acrylic, from sketchbooks to canvas. Each medium became a new language, a new way to express the truths stirring in my heart.

I never imagined myself as a storyteller. But now, I see that storytelling has always been part of me. I record time through photographs, through paintings, through drawings, and through the experiences that shaped my life and the lives of others.

Each piece I create is a reflection of the journey I’ve walked and the dreams that once lay hidden. I’ve come to understand that recording time of ” The Way” through storytelling is not just what I do—it’s who I am in Him first as a child of God. My purpose in Him flows through that space.

And now, the next chapter is calling.
It’s a chapter about recording the stories of “the least of these.”
About giving a voice to the voiceless.
About revealing “The Way,” the true character of God, His love, through every brush and pencil stroke in every image created.