The Pit -Paint Party Friday

This morning I was looking through some old drawings and came across this one.  It touched my heart SO deeply.  There is no pit so deep, that GOD is not deeper still.  These are the words of Corrie Ten Boom, a survivor of a Nazi Concentration Camp during World War Two.

I was outside watering, when I had the overwhelming feeling that any moment my Beloved would come striding around the corner of the house with that wonderful smile of his.  The one he had just for me.  The feeling was SO strong...and I waited...

And then I remembered he was gone.  It  was heartbreaking.  I miss him so much.

There are many of us who've lost friends and family we love.  Each of us wrestles with that pain, sorrow and loss every day.  These words, this drawing is for you.  You are not alone, dear ones.  If you are lost in the depths of sorrow and despair, He is there beside you. 

Happy Paint Party Friday, all you wonderful artists and beautiful people. May God bless you, dear ones, especially those of you who weep, with His joy and peace.  Have a lovely weekend and thank you for dropping by.

Fairy in Rose

This is a doodle I drew during a service. Sometimes people might think I'm not listening, but that's not the case. When I doodle I remember what's being said better. There are words in the border of this picture--they're kind of hard to make out, but they're there. I believe the words are peace, hope and love.

One of the things I do with nearly every drawing is to hide my name somewhere in the piece. It is usually an integral part of the drawing--and unless you know where to look it is hard to find. I do this because there are actually people out there who might want to pass my art off as their own.

On Wings of Doves

I adore doves--in my mind, they symbolize gentleness and peace. I love the sound of their melodic cooing. I enjoy their fearlessness when I sprinkle food for them at my feet. Their gleaming grey feathers seem so soft and if you look closely every color in the rainbow can be found.

I think there is a need for gentleness and kindness in our lives. Let there be peace.

Angel in a Window

Monday I had a precious time with my youngest sister. We packed sack lunches and sat upon a marble bench far, on the gentle hill where people come to honor those who have passed on. It is a quiet place, peaceful. One can feel undercurrents of joy, tragedy, love, remembering, grief, hope and relief.
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I don't know why, but I've always been fascinated by cemeteries. After lunch, camera in hand, I went for a walk. It was a lovely sunny day. Clouds chased across the skies. I paused for a moment. How astonished I was to catch an angel's face reflected in the geometric shape of this window. She has the same face of the cloud angel I captured in the same vicinity a week ago, when a rainbow encircled the sun.

Above is the angel as I first saw her. She was only there for an instant.

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Indigo Dreams

This is my youngest sister Leigh's favorite Cloud Painting. There's something peaceful about this piece--I snapped the photo last summer, south of town in the middle of a fragrant mint field.