I could still remember, it was a time I felt like I was just floating, not moving forward, just stuck. Living day by day, because I had to, no direction. So much things to attend to, all obligations to be a good mother and wife. These days became frequent that I got used to them already. I became moody and sensitive. I got overwhelmed and honestly, I didn’t know if it was just life, anxiety, hormones, or all of the above. What I did know was that I needed to breathe again.

That’s when I turned to dig deep and asked myself, how could I help myself? I bravely turned to my core: painting. Not because I had a plan, but because I had to let something out. Traumas, emotions, and everything in between were weighing me down. Each brushstroke helped me release a little bit of it and it felt good. Happy.

There were days I didn’t know what I was creating. But those moments of making art gave me freedom. I felt alive, even for a few hours.

This is how “Held by Grace” was created. What happened next, even I wasn’t expecting. Someone saw Jesus in the painting… and so did I.

This painting journey has been more than brushstrokes, it was a lifeline during my sad days.

In the next part of this story, I’ll share the deeper spiritual meaning behind the unexpected images we saw in the finished piece, how they reminded me that grace is always present, even in silence.

While you wait, feel free to explore more of my heart and healing journey through my About Me, discover the tools I use in my Favorite Things page, or connect with me directly on my Contact Page. I’m so glad you’re here.