This blog began as something I didn’t fully understand at the time.
It started in a place of being overwhelmed—of trying to make sense of what I was experiencing. What I was feeling didn’t fit into this world, words didn't come easy, it didn’t make sense to the people around me. So, I began writing, chaotically at first, not to teach, but to give witness.
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Looking back now, I can see why it was a wilderness of chaos, being lost at times on how to express what I was experiencing. Feeling a need to do one thing but led to do another.
There were moments of clarity, but also long stretches of questioning. Times where I could see patterns forming, yet I didn’t fully understand why they were being shown to me. I often wondered why others couldn’t see what I was seeing. This became part of my pain.
Over time, things began to shift.
I started to recognize patterns—not just in my life, but in scripture. Stories I hadn’t read since I was a child began to come alive again in a new way. It wasn't just words on a page. It became something that reflected what I was walking through—the pages became more and more alive.
The more I saw, the more I tried to explain.
But that, too, was part of the process.
There was a point where I had to come to terms with something simple: not everyone is meant to see at the same time. It’s been a lonely experience for me, seeing the Bible in a way no one else does, but I’m thankful that God has stayed by my side.
Even in scripture, there are those who saw and those who did not. Mary Magdalene recognized what others missed—not because she was different, but because it was her time to see.
And in that understanding, something softened in me.
I no longer felt the need to explain what I saw.
I no longer feel the urgency for others to understand it the way I do.
What once felt overwhelming has become quiet.
What once felt like something I needed to prove has become something I can rest in.
The pattern series I’ve shared here wasn’t just about showing connections—it was part of bringing everything into simplicity and peace.
And now, I feel a shift.
This space has been about witnessing—about walking through, recognizing, and naming what was unfolding.
But what comes next feels different.
Simpler.
Quieter.
More creative.
I’m not leaving what I’ve experienced and learned behind.
I’m just expressing it in a new way.
My Creative World, where I’ll be sharing through art, simple reflections, and scripture as it speaks to me—not as something to explain, but as something to express.
