The first few pictures I painted weren't very good at all, and maybe God had to humble me because he asked me to give them to people...honestly I knew how bad they were and I argued with Him so as not to embarrass myself.

But the feeling was so strong I had to listen and reluctantly handed them to various people.

The first painting I gave away was a kind of pink universe with gold writing. The Lord told me to give it to a relatively new friend I'd made. I really didn't want to and even apologised and said she could throw it away if she wanted to, but to my amazement her mouth dropped open, she'd seen it in a dream, even the gold writing!!! I was stunned, I thought she was teasing me but she wasn't.

The second was the four horses of revelation, finished in the early hours of the morning before I heard my pastor preach on it that day.

The third was again of revelation, but the New Jerusalem, with a verse of scripture down the side. I stayed up till 5 in the morning to finish it something I would never do!!! (I just can't stay up that late normally!!) 

I had a friend arriving that day and I ran upstairs with the finished painting and said to my son. ‘Right if Jenny says anything about revelation then this is for her.’ When my friend arrived to see me that day the first thing she said was that she’d been reading revelation that night and hadn't been able to sleep.

The Holy Spirit jumped inside me and I ran up the stairs, ‘this is for you from God’ I said (not really knowing what I was saying) As she looked and read the words tears rolled down her face as she told me that God had given her that very image and that scripture 3 years ago, to encourage her and lift her up.

I carried on painting as life got a little harder and God began to use the art to minister to me too.

Each painting has been my own journey and I guess a lot of people have travelled the same road.

I say this because at one exhibition, the presence of God was so strong that people would come and cry at the stall because a painting had moved them. Sometimes they would just tell their story, incredible stories some of joy and triumph, some of pain and sorrow but each one a privilege to hear.

One man looked at psalm 23 and just stood and cried, he didn't say anything...but just walked off quietly, that really moved me.

Another young man said he's seen the days in a vision but they were active and moving like in the beginning, another woman said she' d been where psalm 41 is, she bought it to remember how God had blessed her and carried her through that dark time.