Once when I was at a Christian conference a young man called Tom stopped by the exhibition and asked me about Lost.

I explained what it had meant to me,

it was a day that I lost my faith and utterly freaked out, fear and hopelessness gripped me as I believed I had to learn to live with out God because for one terrifying day I didn't believe God existed.

I looked around me and realised that plenty of people lived without God too, it was possible but a terrible place of oblivion to be.

Then that same day God revealed himself to me in a mighty way and all my hope and faith returned.

Praise God But I remembered that terror. That place I had been in for several hours and I painted it. I called it Lost.

Tom looked at me and said ‘WOW, it means something else to me’, I asked him ‘What?’

'Found' he said, I didn't get it.

 I asked him to explain it to me. He told me that to him it was the blood of Jesus that covered the sins of the world because of that cross in the middle'.

'What cross'? I said feeling rather stupid. I had after all painted the picture.

'That one!!' He pointed to the centre of the painting and there in the middle was a perfect cross!!!!

I didn't paint a cross.

I just stood there staring at my own painting with MY mouth open!!!

And it spread, people came to the stall to see the painting and hear about Tom’s version of the meaning.

So now, I still never know what's going to happen, the funny thing is, I can't actually paint, I can only paint when the spirit leads, so I'll just go with that and trust Him.