I have heard it said that when we look at a painting by an artist, we see more than what meets the eye. We see feelings, thoughts, years of practicing and discovery, we see hints toward the mentors, and the pain and redirection of constructive criticism, we see a view of things through eyes that are actually and maybe unknowingly, imitating the great Creator. There is so much more that has gone on than slapping paint on a canvas.
So it is with writing, illustrating and self-publishing a children
If there is one thing I know about myself, it is that I am an open book. I don’t put on airs, or do any acting, or hide behind a facade of “put together.” I am not two faced. I am just real, with my heart out there transparent and open. I am not bragging. I am not proud of this, it is just how I am wired.
I don’t have a problem with the idea of putting up walls to keep from being hurt, or even being selective on who gets to see the real me. I would like to do more of those things, and I need to.
What I do have a problem with, is the lack of integrity, authenticity, and the fruit of the Spirit, in Christian organizations.
Our culture despises the concept of absolute truth, or that a person can actually know THE truth. We have the Oprah’s of the world telling us we can all have our own truth, the Osteen’s of the “church” telling us we can twist God’s truths to fit our fancy.
Proverbs 12:15 The way of a
In my quiet time today, I read in Jeremiah 36 that he called Baruch to write on a scroll the words that the Lord had spoken to him. I imagine Baruch listening closely to Jeremiah as he recited the things God had said, knowing that these prophecies from the Lord were precious, holy and so very important. Baruch must have thought it such a task, such a privilege and honor, to be asked to be the scribe, and I know he was probably striving to do his very best and most precise work.
Are there moments in my life, where I can say I feel commissioned by the Lord to do a certain thing? As an artist, I am often commissioned to paint a dog that passed away, or a loved ones portrait. There is a pressure to please that client, and it sits heavily on me the entire time I am working. I do not feel a freedom to be creative, and I don
I have been traveling around, teaching folks how to paint up a canvas at my Ambassador Art Adventures parties. Many times, a ladies event at a church will ask me to give a devotional as I paint. Although this is a blessing to me, I always feel intimidated by it. First off, can I paint and talk at the same time? (Those who know me, know that doing two things at once is an issue.) Secondly, how can I teach and offer encouragement, when I am a desperate woman of messy emotions? The only thing I can do, is rely on my faith.
Therefore, brethren, having boldness to enter the Holiest by the blood of Jesus,by a new and living way which He consecrated for us, through the veil, that is, His flesh, and having a High Priest over the house of God, let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful.Hebrews 10:19-23
I hold on to my faith very intensely, like an artist looking hard at a blank canvas. I step back, look at it, trying to see what isn’t there yet, what could be there, then what will be there, and when I get to the