An Exceptional Gift

imageAcrylic Ink on Tile.

 

Everything about art is exceptional to me and nothing about me is exceptional to art. 

This reminds me of my father saying he was a Jack of all trades but a master of none.  However in reality everything he did was exceptional.  He was a good painter, electrician and contractor and people hired him to do all kinds of projects.  It was not his job, it was his passion.  He was humble about his abilities and would read up on the skills and just do it.  I was in awe of his commitment to his exceptional gift of remodeling people’s homes and lives.

Today my daughter told me with each new medium I learn it only enhances my artistic abilities.  She said she can’t wait to see what I come up with next and what I heard in my mind was….I’m a Jack of all trades and a master of none.

I pray I am showing those following me what my Dad gave me.  Be humble and be willing to improve yourself and the lives of others through the means of your God given talents.

In reality it is all I have to give.

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Canvas

Glaring at a blank canvas all kinds of possibilities come to mind.  Do I dare to shatter the glass ceiling and set myself free.

Glaring at the blank canvas shaking my head as I pick up a brush.  Nothing to stop you but you.  You got the green light.  Dip the brush or let it go.

Stop glaring at the canvas..  Close your eyes and take a deep breath.  The universe is waiting.  Waiting on you to carry through.

 

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Ride 

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We ride the carousel round and round afraid to get off in fear that if we do, we will miss the last turn, so we ride until it stops.  Why is that?

You had an opportunity to pick the horse.  Maybe you picked the stationary one because you know your limitations.  Maybe you picked the one moving up and down because you crave excitement.  Just going round and round wasn’t enough.  Or worse yet, you settled on the only available horse betting that nothing better would come along or the one you wanted wasn’t worth the work or the wait.

Looking back, were you wrong?  Was your horse worth all you sacrificed for?  Was your horse worth the ride?  Only you know the answer to this question and only you know when it’s time to get off the sadly-go-round.

Is it time for a revision?

Look closely at your life and sort out all that is keeping you circling outside of your destiny.  All that you need to succeed is already in you.  You just need to be assertive on the merry-go-round.  Ride it and build up your courage and strength then get off and live the life that is created just for you.  That’s what you need to remember.  The choice is still yours.  You don’t have to keep riding the dark horse.  You don’t have to keep riding in darkness.  Let him take the reigns and together ride towards the sun. Your destiny awaits Wonderers.

Have I not commanded you?  Be strong and courageous.  Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.  Joshua 1:9

Enjoy the ride!

 

 

Wonder

 

There is no need to rush.  Just sit back and enjoy the wonder of it all.  Once you accept it you will see it was yours all along.  You just needed to open up your mind’s eye, your heart and your soul to it.  In the quietness you found all you were waiting for.  In the quietness you found you.  You found self control.

 

 

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And All That


Honestly I  didn’t want to blog.  I feared my usage of the english language was substandard at best.  But my daughter thought it would be a good idea for me to journal and started me on my way.

I’ve since learned that like in visual art, your talent is your talent.  If it is authentic it will represent you.  When I read my posts it reads like the thoughts in my head so it’s acceptable.   I no longer worry about past tense or present tense, all the punctuation errors I learned in school and definitely not the grammar.  It might be wrong but I only worry about the point of view.  It is sincere?Is it humble?  Are you hearing what I would have said if I was talking to you directly?  Of course I do go back and try to correct my verbiage which might have been pointless because after I post I see yet another mistake I missed.

Like an original painting that is in process that everyone thinks is ugly you finished it for the one person who will see it’s beauty.  The person who wants to own it.  I have something to say to the universe and only a few will get it and it is okay.  Tomorrow is another day I might reach another person.

God just wants us to keep trying and that’s what I’m going to do substandard and all.  Besides that, it brings me joy.

Wonderers keep perusing and remember walk in JOY!

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God’s Love

Jesus loves me this I know for the Bible tells me so.  I was told to paint.  If you remember I had a canvas out waiting to start.  I found this picture that I blogged in this post.  So I’m updating the post to include my painting.  I hope you enjoy it.

During the road trip To Philadelphia I came down for breakfast when I met Patricia.  She said people call her Pat, some Tricia but family call her Patricia.  She was older than me which made me feel comfortable.  I always got along with older women.

After a few casual exchanges I asked if I could sit with her. We had a very long talk.  She knew who I was because God sent her to give me a message.  She started talking about her past which mirrored mines in so many ways.  She gave confirmation to my thoughts.  She had me down to the point of my existence.  My attempt at existing.

We spoke of issues of abandonment, child molestation, physical abuse, verbal abuse, introverted shyness, being mean spirited, being angry with a hateful tongue, adultery, and all the other adversaries we encountered.  Personalities that hid behind my confident smile.

And he still loves me.  He chose me.  He saved the spirit inside of me for a higher purpose.  Elevated me from the mired in which I existed. Everything worked for good in the end.  Even down to the reason why we were having breakfast.  She was visiting with her daughters for a girl weekend just like me and my girls. 

I was feeling hopeful so I showed her the pictures I took earlier that morning.  I was so proud of the picture.  She explained that I was the tall flower shinning in the light.  The smaller flowers were babies in Christ.  The flowers with lost peddles were older spirits and the dead flowers were all who had died and were waiting for Christ.  The flower standing tall in the sun had come to it’s full potentials and was going to be plucked ….so I’ll tell you what I’ve learned.

  • Tomorrow is not promised.  Live for God today.  If you believe that Christ died for the sins of the world and rose again you will have salvation.  There is nothing, nothing that can separate God’s love for you.  There is nothing you could have done or had done to you that he will forsake you. Ask him for forgiveness with a grateful heart and he will save you.  God is a God of love.
  • Love one another and love yourself.
  • Forgive yourself and forgive others.
  • Find joy in everything you do.
  • Live with appreciation and gratitude.
  • Pray about everything.  Worry about nothing.
  • Meditation improves your relationship with God.


You don’t have to search for happiness.  All God’s love is waiting for you!

My painting.