"Just a Fit"

"Just a Fit"

11x14" watercolor on paper

     William.  To my sweet William, the "One who is a resolute protector", according to name meaning:  It was such a funny day not so long ago, when this hat became the center of play, the center of laughter, and giggles.  The eyes around that table glimmered in gladness, but have now  known the shadow of sadness.  You've been swept away, down a very long road.    The road that's  too long for weekend sleep overs, and those midweek stays.  The quick visits, the unexpected run overs are now out of the question.   We find ourselves making trades.   Instead of the tractor in the field, it's the tractor on the side walk.  Instead of the sandbox and chickens, it's way of city life.  For us,  the  trade off will be intercession instead of cookies,  declarations instead of snuggles,  and encouragement by phone instead of those weekly visits.   William, may the Lord keep you and  protect you. May the Comforter bring peace on both ends of that road. May you discover early in life your helmet of salvation.  May you learn to be a resolute protector of your heart.  May you learn to discern the voice that whispers rebellion and pride into your ear.  May you learn even better the voice of the Father; the One that Protects, Provides, and tells you who you really are.  May you always trade truth for the lie.   Scripture says that the Lord is a shield about me, and about you.   He hears our voices when we cry, and he answers us from His holy mountain.  He causes us to lay down and sleep and sustains us.  Psalms 3:  3-5.  Our hearts are solidified with the joy of the Lord, and we're keeping the hat ready for  "Just Another Fit".

Holy, Holy, Holy

The first painting is what I did after receiving a prophetic word...that I would go into the nations setting women free.  I painted it as an act of obedience.  After that, I did go.  I went to Guatemala and ministers to missionary women.  Then, I went to Africa and ministered to women.  Now I find myself questioning who I am really.  As an artist.  Who am I?  I reworked this canvas.  I find myself remembering:

Last year, some of my artist friends took an amazing art trip to Ashville, NC, to a prophetic art conference. Among the amazing things that we saw, were the beautiful colors of the changing of the guard with the trees. I remember taking so many pictures of the colors. I also remember sitting on the porch during a break time and hearing a group of people singing, "Holy, Holy, Holy", and it literally infiltrated throughout the mountains. It brought tears to my eyes, and still does. I would give a whole lot to get to go again this year, but seems I may have to wait another year. I loved the experience, the growth, and hearing those beautiful words. May they reign throughout the deserts of Texas as well. "Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty"....

Lord, you are Holy.  Holy are you, that was, and is and will be to come.  Blessed is Your Name.  Holy are you.  God...the one who is.  The One that holds the water in the boundaries, and the stars in the sky.  The One that I adore.  You alone are God.  My heard sings to you, and you dance over me.  What a pair we are.  You and I.  I am so thankful that we are a pair.