There was a season in my life when everything felt unbearably hard. The world I thought I knew was crumbling—truths I had clung to proved false, and all I could see was emptiness. Beauty seemed lost to me. I was drowning in pain, unable to move beyond what I was facing.
One day, someone prayed with me, asking the Holy Spirit to help. I could barely hold on; the hurt was overwhelming. Then, in a single, unexpected moment—while sitting in a parking lot in my car—I felt as though I left my body. Suddenly, I was transported into a place I now know as the Lord’s presence. The Holy Spirit consumed me with unconditional love.
I can’t fully describe it, but I remember the intensity of yellow swirling around me, vibrant and alive. As she prayed for the oil of joy to fill me, I experienced it—oil flowing out of that yellow swirling consuming unconditional love. In that instant, everything changed. My spirit awakened.
From that day forward, the Holy Spirit began to reveal truth to me—not my truth, but His. That encounter became the turning point, pulling me out of the unbearable pain and setting me on a journey of walking in truth and love. It was as if a spark ignited a flame deep within me—a flame that awakened the creator inside me.
Drawing and painting returned to my life, not just as hobbies, but as a way to cope, to process, and to move through the truth that was unfolding before me. Each stroke of my pencil or brush felt like a prayer, each image a reflection of grace. In that sacred moment, despair lifted, and I began to breathe again.
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