01/07/2026
Collection: His Own
Title: Restored
I painted this back in November 2017. I’ll be the first to tell you I ain't the best at art—I’m still out here learning to paint. But my focus has never been about mastering a technique; it’s about using a gift to deliver a message. I’m not here to waste your time or crowd your space with fluff. I'm putting this out because the truth matters too much to muck around with. And this was my version.
I had a specific visual locked in my heart. When I looked online for something that matched what I was seeing, I hit Simon Dewey’s image. It was the exact physical confirmation of what the Ruach (Holy Spirit) was already stirring up inside my gut.
Painting this completely broke and shifted how I viewed my life with Him.
Look at the scene. Hundreds of people surrounded him. Bumping. Occupying space. Just walking along with the movement because it was the thing to do. They were as close to him as you could possibly get.
Yet, none of them moved him. Not one.
It was the woman on the ground. Hidden. Desperate. Crawling past every restriction, rule, and mountain of shame. Her hand actually reached out and drew power right out of him.
That hit me like a freight train, and that is the raw reality I nailed into Restored.
You can be close to Him, sit in a church pew every week, speak the right language, and be an active part of the "crowd" without ever actually touching Him. It is dangerously easy to just occupy space around His presence and call it a relationship.
Being part of the crowd changes nothing. It keeps you stuck. It takes a specific, desperate kind of faith to refuse to just spectate. You have to get low, break through your own limitations, and demand a real, personal response from the Source of Life.
Stop managing your position in the crowd and actually reach for Him.
