Four years later, when I was eighteen, someone prayed for me and said something I have never forgotten. They stopped mid-prayer and said: I feel power in your hands. I believe God will use your hands in worship.

I did not know what to do with that. I am not a musician. I cannot play an instrument. And for years that word sat quietly inside me like a seed that had not yet found its soil. I kept asking the same question: how do I worship God with my hands if I do not know how to play music? The answer came slowly. Through design. Through color. Through the moment I realized that making something beautiful for God is its own form of praise..