Why I Started Painting (and Why I Keep Going)

Why I Started Painting (and Why I Keep Going)

It wasn’t just a hobby. Not even just a creative urge. For me, painting became a bold step of faith — a response to a deeper calling I couldn’t ignore.

I started painting seriously in 2019, but in truth, the seed had been there much longer. I’ve always loved arts and crafts. I found joy in color, texture, shapes, and creating something with my own hands. But this was different. This wasn’t about pastimes — this was about purpose.

Somewhere deep inside me, there was this quiet but powerful desire that felt like it had been put there on purpose. As if it had been placed in me by the One who made me. I realized I didn’t want to miss out on the journey I was created for.

Starting was hard. I didn’t want to put myself out there. I didn’t want to face judgment, comparison, or the voice in my head that said “You’re not good enough.” It took time — and it took the right moment in life — for me to finally pick up the brush and not just dabble, but commit. I had to be in a place where I no longer needed the validation of others. I only needed the approval of God.

That freedom changed everything.

My faith has always been a foundation in my life, but when I began painting with intention, it became fuel. God’s encouragement in my spirit gave me the confidence to express what’s on my heart — and pour it out in color. Even when I wasn’t sure if anyone would like my work, even when I felt vulnerable, I kept going. Because painting is how I worship. It’s how I listen. It’s how I heal.

I don’t expect everyone to understand my art. I don’t expect everyone to like it — and that’s okay. It was never about impressing the world. It was about honoring the gift I’ve been given, showing up for myself, and staying true to the Creator who called me to create.

That’s why I started. That’s why I keep going.