There’s always been a fire in me. I didn’t always understand it, but I felt it burning quietly, sometimes wildly. It wasn’t rage or ambition. It was something holy. Something set apart. A constant stirring in my spirit that whispered, “You were made for more.”

This painting, Child of Fire, came from that place. The place where prayers turn into visions, where silence carries weight, where God speaks not in thunder, but in flame. It was painted in moments of surrender and in seasons of deep longing and quiet obedience. Every brushstroke carries something sacred. Every detail, a testimony.

I share it with the world. It feels fitting because this isn’t just a painting, it’s a piece of my becoming. A marker of identity. A reminder that I am not who the world says I am, but who God says I am: called, chosen, refined by fire.