When I was a child I would happily sit in a corner drawing pictures, I went on to study art up to GCSE level and then left it all behind me to follow a more musical pathway.
I was never any good at painting although I could draw with relative ease. 25 years later I found myself suddenly able to paint what I had dreamt or thought. I would wake up with an image in my mind and I would find that I was able to paint them. It soon became clear to me that the paintings were an encouragement to those around me and often held healing for people in distress.
I began to get invitations to paint for people in hospital and people who were suffering with sickness or emotional issues at home. The paintings were becoming a source of comfort and I felt like I was doing what I was made to do.