Lucy quit her corporate job, ended a marriage and moved to an old cabin in remote northern Florida. It was surrounded by woods and fronted by a sand road that led to two country churches. On Sunday mornings she listened to two choirs and became part of the community. "I was touched by an indescribable sense of something I can only say is a feeling of profound connection, so sure and total, I believe this was God coming through to me. The first thing I ever painted was a dream I had in my mind from the night before. In it were angels against the dark blue sky with the words 'The wings of white birds became angels and flew to the far heavens where they rested." Lucy considers her "word-paintings" stories. They play through her head in vibrant color, joyous figurative depictions and poignant, piercing phrases. They are prayers deployed on behalf of all beings, sent with love.