It didn’t happen all at once.

And it didn’t happen quickly, either.

But I’m different now.

I can do creative things and feel creative.

But doing spiritual things didn’t make me feel spiritual.

It just made me feel fake.

Until I began doing creative things with God.

Slowly, I realized He was speaking.

He was teaching.

Right there, in the making.

I started listening more.

And I started hearing more.

It’s not a formula.

Not a system.

It’s a practice.

A willingness.

When I perform, I feel good in the moment.

When I practice, I feel good in my bones.

There’s no one right way to do this.

Not brushstroke or word alone.

Sometimes it’s pie dough, or playlists,

or planting something and praying it grows.

I’m not saying my way is the way.

But I am saying—there is a way.

An imperfect, messy,

relationship-driven way

to be creative in this world.

And to walk with God.

We’re terrible at remembering.

I write this so I won’t forget.