One tropical Florida afternoon, Ava stepped outside with her sketchbook tucked under her arm, drawn by the warm sun and salty breeze that danced through the palms. She had always loved color—how flowers seemed to glow, how sunsets painted the sky in oranges and pinks, how even the tiniest bug had patterns too perfect to be random.

As she rocked in the hammock, a burst of zinnias caught her eye. Each petal, each shade, each gentle sway in the wind—it all felt like a love note from God. With each pencil stroke in her sketchbook, Ava couldn’t help but smile. She thought about how the same God who made the stars and the oceans also created each petal she was drawing, and even more incredibly—her.

His glory is everywhere, and she’s part of it too.