About Pam Herrick
This prophetic art ministry was born in honor of my son, Bryan. After he was struck by two cars while walking, he survived, but our lives were forever changed. His journey continues, and I remain grateful for every prayer and moment of grace.
Below you will find his testimony - and mine.
Below you will find his testimony - and mine.
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A place of rest, where you are gently held - carried in peace, surrounded in love, and never alone.
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HOPE IN GOD. This story began in 2009. Today, in 2026, we are still believing for a miracle.
PART ONE: So here begins the story. On May 23, 2009 my son was hit by a car while crossing the road. He was flung through the air, landed and then a van ran over him dragging him through the intersection. They did not stop, it was a hit and run. He lost a lot of skin in that dragging. He broke a lot of bones, his head was hit really hard. And I can tell you I've hugged him a thousand times since, thousands and thousands actually, telling him I am so sorry that happened to him. Like as though my hugging and love could take away the pain that he went through. I'm Bryan's Mom, Mom's do that, we hug and love it away. I can only imagine the depths of God's heart wanting to hug and love our pain away.
Sometimes I miss Bryan so much and my own pain is so great I just need to be near him for me. I bend over Bryan's bed holding his head in my arms and just breath. I feel like I am breathing in the very life I need, like God is actually hugging and loving my pain away. And in that stillness, He is. And as God tells my heart it is ok, I tell Bryan. Of course sometimes I am sure I feel Bryan telling me it's ok. He was always such the encourager. God's gift to him and those around him.
The night at the hospital after Bryan's accident, I just sat there with my head bowed praying please Lord, don't let him die. Just writing this is making tears flow. I was so scared. I was prepared in my heart for him to leave, but I told God, if it was His will to take him, take him, "but just so You know God, I don't want him to die." Many were praying Bryan shall live and not die and declare the works of the Lord. The doctors told me he was not going to make it. He did! In the midst of all that, not that I don't have faith, but I never left Bryan's side because if he was going to die, I did not want him to be alone. Of course he wasn't alone, Jesus was right there, but a Mom is a Mom.
PART ONE: So here begins the story. On May 23, 2009 my son was hit by a car while crossing the road. He was flung through the air, landed and then a van ran over him dragging him through the intersection. They did not stop, it was a hit and run. He lost a lot of skin in that dragging. He broke a lot of bones, his head was hit really hard. And I can tell you I've hugged him a thousand times since, thousands and thousands actually, telling him I am so sorry that happened to him. Like as though my hugging and love could take away the pain that he went through. I'm Bryan's Mom, Mom's do that, we hug and love it away. I can only imagine the depths of God's heart wanting to hug and love our pain away.
Sometimes I miss Bryan so much and my own pain is so great I just need to be near him for me. I bend over Bryan's bed holding his head in my arms and just breath. I feel like I am breathing in the very life I need, like God is actually hugging and loving my pain away. And in that stillness, He is. And as God tells my heart it is ok, I tell Bryan. Of course sometimes I am sure I feel Bryan telling me it's ok. He was always such the encourager. God's gift to him and those around him.
The night at the hospital after Bryan's accident, I just sat there with my head bowed praying please Lord, don't let him die. Just writing this is making tears flow. I was so scared. I was prepared in my heart for him to leave, but I told God, if it was His will to take him, take him, "but just so You know God, I don't want him to die." Many were praying Bryan shall live and not die and declare the works of the Lord. The doctors told me he was not going to make it. He did! In the midst of all that, not that I don't have faith, but I never left Bryan's side because if he was going to die, I did not want him to be alone. Of course he wasn't alone, Jesus was right there, but a Mom is a Mom.
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Held in a love stronger than the pain.
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It is unbearable to dwell on what happened, and God gives me the good sense to bring my focus back to being thankful for the life we have now.
Although hard, believe me, very hard, God has given my heart a grace and comfort that can only come from Heaven. I look to Him daily for His help.
Bryan requires care 24/7 because he cannot do anything for himself. He has a traumatic brain injury. Although his care is tiring at times, I can testify, God sustains.
I learned that way back as a child.
Sometimes, I cannot help but weep, but God comes to me in those times and gives me hope.
Because God speaks to us through testimonies of others, here is more of my story, a journey where I found joy in the midst of pain.
As a teen, my Mom was a drug dealer. She came to know the Lord later in life. God healed her of hurts and pains she had carried. She has since passed away, and I miss her.
I do not want to disrespect my Mom, but in my journey, some of the things I went through, God taught me how not to fall apart and how to be strong. So some things I will share.
If you only knew the depths God redeemed me from.
Although hard, believe me, very hard, God has given my heart a grace and comfort that can only come from Heaven. I look to Him daily for His help.
Bryan requires care 24/7 because he cannot do anything for himself. He has a traumatic brain injury. Although his care is tiring at times, I can testify, God sustains.
I learned that way back as a child.
Sometimes, I cannot help but weep, but God comes to me in those times and gives me hope.
Because God speaks to us through testimonies of others, here is more of my story, a journey where I found joy in the midst of pain.
As a teen, my Mom was a drug dealer. She came to know the Lord later in life. God healed her of hurts and pains she had carried. She has since passed away, and I miss her.
I do not want to disrespect my Mom, but in my journey, some of the things I went through, God taught me how not to fall apart and how to be strong. So some things I will share.
If you only knew the depths God redeemed me from.
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A quiet place where I lay it down… and choose hope again.
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My Mom moved to Florida from North Carolina, and I was not around my Grandma anymore. That broke my heart.
She always tells the story that I told my Mom, if no one was going to take me to see my Grandma Betty Ball, I was going to walk. She loves that story. I do too.
I also left my Grandma Dorthy and my Grandfathers. Both sets of grandparents were in the same town.
My Mom worked nights, and I was alone during the day while she slept. I explored a lot outside, alone, and I have a vague memory of talking to Jesus.
I had learned about Him in Sunday school with my Grandma.
I would have to say early on, I needed Him.
She always tells the story that I told my Mom, if no one was going to take me to see my Grandma Betty Ball, I was going to walk. She loves that story. I do too.
I also left my Grandma Dorthy and my Grandfathers. Both sets of grandparents were in the same town.
My Mom worked nights, and I was alone during the day while she slept. I explored a lot outside, alone, and I have a vague memory of talking to Jesus.
I had learned about Him in Sunday school with my Grandma.
I would have to say early on, I needed Him.
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Even then… He was holding me.
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My Mom and Dad divorced when I was six.
My heart was more broken for my Daddy than for me. I saw his pain, and it hurt. And I missed him.
We moved back to North Carolina. He stayed in Florida, so far away.
He used to tuck me in every night and often sing to me with his guitar. I loved my Dad.
And then he just was not there anymore.
That was hard.
And I knew he missed me. That was hard too.
My Mom remarried, and that was not hard. My stepdad was great.
But then my Mom started doing drugs again, and they split up.
My Mom worked and sold drugs, and I kind of became Mom to my younger brother and sisters.
Icooked, cleaned, did their homework, my homework, got them off to school, and then got myself off to school.
I had a straight A average and held it together pretty well.
But that was a lot of stress for a teenager.
That was not the hardest part though.
My Mom just disappeared.
She just left. She did not tell anyone where she was.
My aunt told me she was gone.
My Stepdad took my younger sisters and brother, and my older brother and I had to find a place to live.
I died inside not having my little sisters and brother around. I loved them.
My Mom leaving did not compare to the pain of missing them.
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Even in the middle of it all… I was being held.
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Particularly hard times were the days drugs were around.
I remember a living room full of people passed out all over the floor from partying the night before, and I walked through them to get to
the door so I could walk to church.
I had seen enough of what darkness had to offer. I did not want it.
I wanted God.
I was hungry for truth and love and goodness, not what I saw around me.
I had been raised going to church when I was little, so I knew who Jesus was.
And I ran to Him.
And I fell, and got back up, and ran to Him again.
It was a little hard growing up in the 70’s when your own Mom was a drug dealer and not do drugs.
But like I said, I had seen enough and finally turned my back on it.
It surely did not help my pain.
But God helped my pain.
There were so many moments in my life when it would have been easier to give up.
But I learned that God meets us right in the middle of the hardest places.
Not always with easy answers, but with His presence.
And somehow, in the middle of pain, He taught me to keep breathing, keep standing, and keep trusting that He was holding my life in His hands.
I did not always do it perfectly, but I always ran back to Him.
And He always received me.
I remember a living room full of people passed out all over the floor from partying the night before, and I walked through them to get to
the door so I could walk to church.
I had seen enough of what darkness had to offer. I did not want it.
I wanted God.
I was hungry for truth and love and goodness, not what I saw around me.
I had been raised going to church when I was little, so I knew who Jesus was.
And I ran to Him.
And I fell, and got back up, and ran to Him again.
It was a little hard growing up in the 70’s when your own Mom was a drug dealer and not do drugs.
But like I said, I had seen enough and finally turned my back on it.
It surely did not help my pain.
But God helped my pain.
There were so many moments in my life when it would have been easier to give up.
But I learned that God meets us right in the middle of the hardest places.
Not always with easy answers, but with His presence.
And somehow, in the middle of pain, He taught me to keep breathing, keep standing, and keep trusting that He was holding my life in His hands.
I did not always do it perfectly, but I always ran back to Him.
And He always received me.
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Breakthrough — The Lion Who Stayed.
This painting speaks of God’s faithful presence — breakthrough that comes not from escaping life, but from standing with Him in the middle of it.
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God meets us where we are.
He is close to the broken hearted.
He is there for you.
You are not alone.
You are safe.
You are held.
You are seen.
You are loved.
He is close to the broken hearted.
He is there for you.
You are not alone.
You are safe.
You are held.
You are seen.
You are loved.
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Sing on, bluebird — a reminder that hope still rises, even in hard places.
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I don't really like talking about all the pain, I want more to share how God gave me grace and joy and love through it all.
But to understand the extent God's joy went, you'd have to know how deep the pain went. It got worse. I'm stopping here for now.
I was 15 years old. I wanted goodness and God and all kinds of bad things were happening around me.
So deep in my heart I started to turn to Him for comfort, He taught me where to run, I don't remember when HIS JOY replaced the pain,
but it did. And that JOY remained and carried me through Bryan's accident and the pain of missing him now.
He needs a miracle.
He is a step above semi-comatose, he makes sighs when I hug him or moans if he does not like something, so he is aware,
he just can't communicate. He is bed ridden. He can't do anything for himself, he has a trach and a feeding tube.
We care for him at home and love him very deeply.
Next time I write, I want to share Bryan's heart on Grace. What he was thinking before the accident, what he had learned on his journey.
I am so proud of that boy!
But to understand the extent God's joy went, you'd have to know how deep the pain went. It got worse. I'm stopping here for now.
I was 15 years old. I wanted goodness and God and all kinds of bad things were happening around me.
So deep in my heart I started to turn to Him for comfort, He taught me where to run, I don't remember when HIS JOY replaced the pain,
but it did. And that JOY remained and carried me through Bryan's accident and the pain of missing him now.
He needs a miracle.
He is a step above semi-comatose, he makes sighs when I hug him or moans if he does not like something, so he is aware,
he just can't communicate. He is bed ridden. He can't do anything for himself, he has a trach and a feeding tube.
We care for him at home and love him very deeply.
Next time I write, I want to share Bryan's heart on Grace. What he was thinking before the accident, what he had learned on his journey.
I am so proud of that boy!
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There are moments in life that change you forever.
And there are moments God prepares you for that you don’t understand until later.
This painting is my reminder that we are held - even before we know we need it.
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I'll write more soon on His story.
I just had to let you know how God prepared me for Bryan's accident.
I will be sharing our pain, God's comfort, a message of hope!
It is a work in progress that I will be sharing on my blog with the plans to one day write a book.
My prayer is that my art and our story will be a blessing. I will publish when I am done. Please pray God helps me write.
I invite you to be a part of this journey and believe with us for Bryan's healing. We appreciate your prayers!
He was going into missions before his accident and I was going to sell my paintings to support those missions.
Now I support other missions in his honor.
This is my way to carry on for him. It is like he still gets to go on missions around the world!
Each painting is like lighting a candle in his honor.
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I invite you to see Bryan’s Horse of Hope painting here,
Horse of Hope
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I just had to let you know how God prepared me for Bryan's accident.
I will be sharing our pain, God's comfort, a message of hope!
It is a work in progress that I will be sharing on my blog with the plans to one day write a book.
My prayer is that my art and our story will be a blessing. I will publish when I am done. Please pray God helps me write.
I invite you to be a part of this journey and believe with us for Bryan's healing. We appreciate your prayers!
He was going into missions before his accident and I was going to sell my paintings to support those missions.
Now I support other missions in his honor.
This is my way to carry on for him. It is like he still gets to go on missions around the world!
Each painting is like lighting a candle in his honor.
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I invite you to see Bryan’s Horse of Hope painting here,
Horse of Hope
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If you select get notifications from the Facebook Like button,
you will be notified when I post more encouraging Art.
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If you know someone who would be blessed by our story, please share it.
I hope it finds its way to hearts that will be touched and helped .
🌿 Thank you so much! God bless you! 🌿
Love, BRYAN'S MOM (Pam).
If you know someone who would be blessed by our story, please share it.
I hope it finds its way to hearts that will be touched and helped .
🌿 Thank you so much! God bless you! 🌿
Love, BRYAN'S MOM (Pam).
NOW FOR SOME PICS OF BRYAN'S ROOM AND A LITTLE MORE ABOUT US. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PRAYERS!
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This is a picture of me, Bryan's Mom! (Pam) I share Bryan's story with hopes it will be an encouragement. God has been with me every step of the way and given my heart peace and even joy in the midst of this storm. This is not the end of the story for Bryan. I pray for a miracle for him (and invite you to pray), but whether I see that miracle in this lifetime or not. I will always have my Bryan and in Heaven, he will walk and talk and run and laugh with me. I am thankful to God for this gift of my son and all my children. I encourage you to love and embrace your kids every chance you get and cherish every moment. Whatever storm you may find yourself in through out your life, you are not alone, God is there with you. .
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This is Bryan and our cat Marbles. Marbles loves Bryan and sleeps with him all the time! She is in her favorite spot! I know it feels good to Bryan to feel her there. His eyes are patched in the pic because he is sleeping. He sleeps with his eyes partly open so I have to patch them closed so they do not dry out. You can see in this pic how I moved his bed over into the kitchen like I explained below with the other pics. My art station is now right to the right of the lower part of his bed where he can see me paint when I have him lifted up in the bed. It comforts me having him right here with me like this. we love him so much! Thank you for praying for him! God bless you!
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These are four corners of Bryan's room. Since the pics below, we moved his bed over by the kitchen (photo above with cat). His bed is now half way in the kitchen area and halfway in the front right corner of the room where you see my Art easel. I love that Bryan can see me while I paint! Room is a little messy. I would have straightened up if I had known I would be posting pics of it! Lol. My bedroom door is to left of the TV. You can't see it in pic. I was standing in front of it when I took the pics. The chair is now gone and there are two kitchen tables there with shelves built underneath. It is all loaded up with Art supplies. When I have time, I paint! And Bryan is my cheerleader!
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The picture is a precious look one that his caretakers, Ruth, took. She said he was looking so peaceful and she wanted to catch it. Although he can not talk and communicate with words, you can see the life in his eyes and he communicates other ways. With his sighs when he likes something, and moans when he doesn't like something! It is a blessing and an honor for all of us to love on him and pray for him. I thank you for joining us in believing for a miracle for Bryan! It has blessed my Momma heart for you to love Bryan. xoxo
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I designed the room around Bryan, by adding a kitchen to what was once a living room. Behind the curtain is the toilet.
I had the contractor do what I call a shower tower in the middle of the room. First he ever had a request for that! The kitchen floor has a drain in it like a shower. So cool! We built walls to separate our living quarters from the rest of the house. New walls are where you see the two doors behind where Bryan's bed used to be. My daughter lives beyond those two doors. She is one of Bryan's caretakers and it is easy for her to slip over and help! I had sold my house to my daughter before Bryan's accident. I bought the front corner of it back from her and closed it off from the rest of the house. She lives there with her family and Bryan and I live here. I enclosed the front porch off to the side of this room so I would have a place to sleep when I have a caretaker here (Bryan needs 24/7 care). For close to 3 years as I saved enough money to do this room, Bryan and I were both in a 10' x 12' room. I slept in a twin bed at the foot of his that made a "T". I had to sleep through the caretakers taking care of him. But that was better than not having a caretaker and not getting any solid sleep at all, like the first year when I was waiting for insurance to help. His new room is huge compared to what we did have and I am very thankful for it! It also has a ceiling lift and we have a huge handicap ramp with a deck out front. |
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The Journey in the beginning
For almost a year, insurance did not kick in and help me with getting a caretaker. My daughter helped with one routine a day so I could get 3 hours sleep. Other than that, I took care of him, month in and month out with cat naps. I fell asleep one time while deciding which chocolate I wanted from a box of chocolate my other son, Michael Brent, had given me for Christmas. My daughter walked in and found me curled up on the couch with my hand laying on the chocolate and my head hanging down. She said it was pitiful. I could not stop moving for more than a few minutes or I would fall asleep! I was under sheer exhaustion for months.
I can testify the only way I got through it was God and prayers of the saints for His comfort and strength. If you only knew how hard a time that was, you would know God carried me through! It took me five years after Bryan's accident to decide to start writing a book and tell about it. I share Bryan's stories to bring hope. I can testify of God's goodness and help in the storm. I would not have made it without Him. To this day, I have not had enough help with Bryan.
It is hard to find someone to help because Bryan's care is so complicated, it intimidates the average person, even the average care taker. Bryan has a trach that needs suctioned sometimes, a feeding tube, and he can not do anything for himself. He requires round the clock care. Re-positioning in bed every two hours, eye drops every hour, mouth cleaned and moisturized every 4 hours, range of motion therapy, stimulation...like cold spoons from the freezer and soft or fuzzy things on his skin, etc.; Also circulation massages, diaper changes, making and pureeing all his food for the feeding tube, not to mention wound care, which I have always done, but to the new person on an interview, it is overwhelming to look at.
Needless to say, most people say it is too much. And some people tried but they couldn't. My daughter has been a real trooper all these years helping out. Bryan's brother helped me out when he could, too. Last year Bryan got a new caretaker named Ruth, that absolutely loves him and is so attentive in his care. I am so thankful for her and my daughter. Even with the two of them though, it was not enough care. I needed one more person, which, I have finally found someone and she is in training. She is so loving to Bryan and attentive also. I am blessed to have these three women come along side me and help take care and minister to Bryan.
I can testify the only way I got through it was God and prayers of the saints for His comfort and strength. If you only knew how hard a time that was, you would know God carried me through! It took me five years after Bryan's accident to decide to start writing a book and tell about it. I share Bryan's stories to bring hope. I can testify of God's goodness and help in the storm. I would not have made it without Him. To this day, I have not had enough help with Bryan.
It is hard to find someone to help because Bryan's care is so complicated, it intimidates the average person, even the average care taker. Bryan has a trach that needs suctioned sometimes, a feeding tube, and he can not do anything for himself. He requires round the clock care. Re-positioning in bed every two hours, eye drops every hour, mouth cleaned and moisturized every 4 hours, range of motion therapy, stimulation...like cold spoons from the freezer and soft or fuzzy things on his skin, etc.; Also circulation massages, diaper changes, making and pureeing all his food for the feeding tube, not to mention wound care, which I have always done, but to the new person on an interview, it is overwhelming to look at.
Needless to say, most people say it is too much. And some people tried but they couldn't. My daughter has been a real trooper all these years helping out. Bryan's brother helped me out when he could, too. Last year Bryan got a new caretaker named Ruth, that absolutely loves him and is so attentive in his care. I am so thankful for her and my daughter. Even with the two of them though, it was not enough care. I needed one more person, which, I have finally found someone and she is in training. She is so loving to Bryan and attentive also. I am blessed to have these three women come along side me and help take care and minister to Bryan.
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A white horse moving through flowing blue and gold light, expressing strength when strength runs out - a reminder of being carried by grace in a Spirit Flow prophetic art painting.
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This has been the longest journey anyone could imagine as a Mom.
My heart broke a thousand times and a thousand times God healed it.
My hope is in the Lord and I will never give up on believing for a miracle for Bryan.
In the meanwhile, I am thankful he is here with me. I love this boy so much!
Thank you for all your love, prayers and support for Bryan, myself and our family.
God bless you! Love, Pam, Bryan's Mom!
My heart broke a thousand times and a thousand times God healed it.
My hope is in the Lord and I will never give up on believing for a miracle for Bryan.
In the meanwhile, I am thankful he is here with me. I love this boy so much!
Thank you for all your love, prayers and support for Bryan, myself and our family.
God bless you! Love, Pam, Bryan's Mom!
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Old Dreams - New Beginnings
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This burgundy wine-colored tree is one of the first paintings I created around 43 years ago. Even then, the love to create was already in my heart. I didn’t fully understand it yet… but God had already placed something there. Looking back now, I can see He never let that go — He carried it through every season, even when life was full and overwhelming.
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There’s something else God showed me along the way…
The burgundy wine-colored tree painting above is one I painted around 43 years ago.
Even back then, I loved to paint. It was already in my heart.
I didn’t fully understand it yet… but it was there.
Life filled up quickly after that.
I raised my family… and like so many of us do, I quietly put those dreams on hold.
But they never really left.
They stayed in me… waiting.
And somewhere along the way,
God made it clear to me that what He had placed inside my heart wasn’t random.
It was from Him.
I didn’t step into it all at once.
I didn’t do it perfectly.
But I never forgot it either.
And now, looking back, I see something so clearly…
God brings beauty out of the deepest pain.
What felt like ashes…
He did not waste.
He met me there.
He carried me there.
And slowly, He began to bring life out of what hurt the most.
There were nights that felt endless…
but joy really does come in the morning.
Not always all at once.
Not always the way we expect.
But gently… faithfully… it comes.
And somehow, through everything…
God kept the dream alive in me.
All those years, when life was heavy and overwhelming…
He never removed what He had placed inside my heart.
He held it for me.
And when the time was right…
He brought it back to life.
This - what you see now - is part of that.
It’s me sharing His love through art.
I am finally walking in what He placed in my heart all those years ago.
Not because the journey was easy…
but because He was faithful.
And even in the midst of this hard story,
Bryan’s story, His goodness can be seen.
And if there is something in you that has been waiting…
Something you’ve set aside…
Something you thought was too late…
It’s not too late.
God knows how to restore.
God knows how to redeem time.
God knows how to bring life back to what feels forgotten.
He is still writing your story.
The burgundy wine-colored tree painting above is one I painted around 43 years ago.
Even back then, I loved to paint. It was already in my heart.
I didn’t fully understand it yet… but it was there.
Life filled up quickly after that.
I raised my family… and like so many of us do, I quietly put those dreams on hold.
But they never really left.
They stayed in me… waiting.
And somewhere along the way,
God made it clear to me that what He had placed inside my heart wasn’t random.
It was from Him.
I didn’t step into it all at once.
I didn’t do it perfectly.
But I never forgot it either.
And now, looking back, I see something so clearly…
God brings beauty out of the deepest pain.
What felt like ashes…
He did not waste.
He met me there.
He carried me there.
And slowly, He began to bring life out of what hurt the most.
There were nights that felt endless…
but joy really does come in the morning.
Not always all at once.
Not always the way we expect.
But gently… faithfully… it comes.
And somehow, through everything…
God kept the dream alive in me.
All those years, when life was heavy and overwhelming…
He never removed what He had placed inside my heart.
He held it for me.
And when the time was right…
He brought it back to life.
This - what you see now - is part of that.
It’s me sharing His love through art.
I am finally walking in what He placed in my heart all those years ago.
Not because the journey was easy…
but because He was faithful.
And even in the midst of this hard story,
Bryan’s story, His goodness can be seen.
And if there is something in you that has been waiting…
Something you’ve set aside…
Something you thought was too late…
It’s not too late.
God knows how to restore.
God knows how to redeem time.
God knows how to bring life back to what feels forgotten.
He is still writing your story.
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And if you needed to hear this today…
Do Not Give Up Hope
Horse of Hope is a Spirit Flow prophetic artwork created in honor of Bryan - a living portrait of courage, healing, and God’s light breaking through darkness.This radiant horse is formed from flowing color and divine light, symbolizing strength rising, renewal, and the promise that we are carried even when the road is hard. If something in this story touched your heart, you’re not alone.
You are welcome here - to rest, to breathe, and to see beauty that carries hope.
