My Christmas story

This is my Christmas story. I believe it was in 2005. I had a wonderful Christmas dinner with a long time friend and her family. I went home after a wonderful time. It was around 10:00 pm and I was filled with the spirit of love and all that Christmas brings. I felt moved to paint. I was not aware of time. I just felt a sense of complete bliss. I got all my materials together and began to work on a large canvas, larger than most I had previously done. This was not a planned or preconceived piece. I just began to stroke paint on the canvas mixing the colors in swirls and swooshes. I was so connected to the flow of movement. The focus was so deep and intimate. I kept going and going until I stopped. I had no idea how much time had passed. I stepped away from the canvas to see what I had done. I had such a joy in my heart. I looked and looked but it took a moment before I could identify the images. Oh my gosh they were birds! I was not one to paint animals such as this anytime before. This was truly a magical meaningful thing that I had done. I could hardly sleep that night. When a few of my friends took a look at the picture I didn't see it but they did. There were seven doves in flight and this has significance in the bible. I know this painting was not done by me but through me. This was a special moment in my life when I was filled with the holy spirit on Christmas night. This painting has meaning to me beyond any words I could read from the bible because it is physical evidence to me of something I experienced. I named it "To fly" for reasons not yet known. The day will come when I know