The other night I was watching Masterchef Australia, one thing the guest chef said was this, “someone who uses their hands, mind and heart is a true artist”. And he can count on one hand, a few true artists he knows.

And I was driving a friend around yesterday, I was telling her this, she told me that, that was my gift, I was a true artist.

When I do something, I use all I have, I am always saying to people of this world, I am very practical and logical, because they could never understand or come close to know, how I function.

As I have said before, when I look at my hands, I see my mothers, I remember the way she would touch something as she cooked and prepared. How when knitting how key movements showed, how she was thinking etc.

When I worked in admin, and this little word does not come close to what I achieved. I could pull on my heart, my empathy, my head being able to plan something front to back, back to front and use my hands, when I painted a painting to put into the boardroom to save money for the office.

I remember many times surprising my boss, but many times he did not know the many ideas were from me, because others didn’t share that information. My gift was always in my mind from my father, the one, the only, because he knew that I was learning to do admin for him, which I do as required.

Many times my thoughts are taken back, why because I think he wants me to realize, I had them all along, I just didn’t think my voice would be heard or anyone would notice the artist in me.

I have a many gifts, inventions, ideas, because I am my fathers daughter. My access is abounding, because of his love for me, surprising myself and others all the time.

But finally accepting, that I can stand up, for my voice to be heard and now I want to find a way, to use my gifts to come out of financial hardship and into abundance.

Never forgetting, that it is from him and for him…