Kristina's Fine Art

08/29/2026

The Painting Wasn’t Finished… Neither Was the Story.

Today I walked into 24 hours of praise and worship the same way I always approach prophetic painting:

in complete surrender.

No agenda. No predetermined image. No deciding what the painting should become.

I listen.
I pray.
And then I respond.

For me, this process means surrendering myself enough to receive guidance from my Lord and Savior, and allowing my hands to follow.

And when I truly listen, things begin to take form.

Sometimes they surprise me.

Today surprised me.

I did not expect to paint the face of Christ, especially not this way, emerging somewhere between light and darkness, one brushstroke at a time.

After three hours, the painting was close to completion… but it wasn’t finished.

Then came another surprise.

I was invited to return tomorrow and finish it during worship at our regular Sunday service.

At my own church. 🤍

I have painted live at retreats, art events, and during mission trips to Guatemala. Yet somewhere inside me has always lived a quiet longing:

What if someday I could do this at home? What if I could paint during worship in my own church?

Tomorrow, I get to.

And now I wonder if perhaps this painting simply wasn’t supposed to be finished today.

Tomorrow I will stand before it again, surrender what remains, and ask:

What would You have me do?

I don’t know what those final 45 minutes will bring.

And that is what makes this so extraordinary.

Thank you to my church for trusting me with the privilege of worshiping and serving in the language I know best:

with paint on my hands. 🎨🤍

Tomorrow, the second chapter begins.

“Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening.”
1 Samuel 3:9

To Him be all the glory!

08/29/2026

Dancing with My Father

When Debbie approached me about this commission, I knew it would be something beyond special.

Years ago, I painted for her a vision I received in prayer of her child in Heaven. This painting would become deeply personal too.

Debbie had composed a waltz for her elderly father. When I watched the video of her playing it for him, my heart soared. It was one of the most beautiful hymns of love a daughter could give her papa.

She gave me a photograph to use as reference, but as I began painting, another image came to me:

This beautiful, grown woman as a wee little girl, stepping onto her daddy’s feet to dance.

No need to know the steps.
No need to know where they were going.

Only surrender.
Only trust.

Daddy will guide me.

And suddenly, memories came rushing in. I remembered my own children dancing this way with their earthly father. I thought about the dance I never had with mine.

Then I remembered something that happened to me during choir rehearsal.

With my eyes closed in worship, I felt my Heavenly Father embracing me.

Dancing with me.

And I wondered…

How many times have I chosen to dance alone through this life when I could have stepped onto my Father’s feet and allowed Him to lead?

I have done it more times than I can count.

Yet it has been in surrender, in those moments when I stopped trying to know every step, that I have experienced most tangibly the unfathomable love of God.

This life will bring trouble. Jesus never promised otherwise.

But we do not have to walk through it alone.

So, Father…

I want to dance with You.

I don’t want to dance alone anymore.

“In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”
John 16:33

“Dancing with My Father”
🎨 Kristina Sanchez-Mills

08/29/2026

Tomorrow morning, if the Lord gives me the strength, I will stand again before a blank canvas.

And I have no idea what I will paint.

That is the point.

Prophetic painting, for me, begins with surrender.

I don’t arrive with an agenda or an image already formed. I surrender my ideas, my preferences, even my desire to create something beautiful.

I simply pray:

Lord, let me listen.
Let me see.
Let my hands follow You.

Tomorrow, from 9 AM–12 PM, I have the privilege of painting during 24 hours of continuous praise and worship.

After being sick and spending much of these past few days in bed, I am praying for the strength to be there, and for the focus to become very still inside, so nothing in me gets in the way of what He wants to say.

There is something extraordinary that happens when the Body of Christ gathers for one purpose: to exalt Him.

If you can come tonight, come.
If you can join us tomorrow morning, I would love to see you there. 🤍

There will be a blank canvas waiting for me at 9 AM.

I don’t know what will be on it by noon.

And that is exactly how it should be.

🎨🤍

Today. Tomorrow. Always.
To Him be the glory.

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