Spring of 2016, I attended the School of Creativity at Bethel Church. At the time that I registered, I would not have said that I was a creative. In fact, my confession was that there was not a creative bone in my body. I signed up for the conference, because I felt the familiar nudge of the Holy Spirit. I was being obedient.

The first day of the conference, the lies that I had believed, fell off like a discarded garment . . . .