Father and Son
This piece may never be finished. I got the vision while reading Zach Neese’s book, “How to Worship a King,” and it seriously affected me. What I saw was Jesus, broken and bloodied from his recent death on the cross, kneeling before his Father in Heaven. He - our atonement sacrifice forever - had come before the Mercy Seat where God sits enthroned to do what the ancient priests of old would do: to place the atonement sacrifice blood upon the Mercy Seat. That was the destination for His blood all along, His Father. This was the place where it truly was finished. After this, Jesus would return to earth for 40 more days and proclaim freedom to those who are in Him. It has been so difficult to put this vision in my heart on canvas. Prayers have gone into this piece and will continue to. Maybe someday I will get it perfect... When I see Him face to face.
This sketch is meant to be a painting someday. While praying about what it looks like to have Jesus as my Defender, I saw myself, wild and carefree as a little girl, up on Jesus’s shoulders. He is strong and steady, while I am reeling all about like I can’t contain the fun I am having up there on his steady shoulders. And while He wields a spear that looks like it could break through solid rock, I am armed with nothing but my helmet of salvation and a simple wooden sword. This is how we should approach every battle - fearless in the presence of our Defender.
This piece is not my vision, but rather, one of a friend. It depicts the choice we all must face regarding life - which path? The wide path with the spotlights? It is littered with artificial “light” that points every way imaginable, with plenty of benches along the way that promise “rest.” Or the narrow way hidden behind the narrow gate? This way seems dark and frightening, with no sure step and trees blocking the light. With the Holy Spirit as our Guide, we are able to see beyond the gate to the cities that lie in the distance. The wide path leads to ruin and destruction, a dark future and city with no hope. The narrow gate, however, leads to the city of light. Which way? The choice is yours every day.
This piece is very dear to me, I drew it for my little brother, who is not so little anymore. When my mother first became pregnant with him, she was actually carrying twin boys. One of the boys died in the womb. I can only imagine what it must feel like to lose your twin brother before you even get a chance to know him. His absence is felt in our family, but my brother has seen a vision of his lost twin in Heaven. He is not lost at all, but rather, more found than any of us. He does the Lord’s work in Heaven, just as his twin on earth does the Lord’s work here. I drew this angelic brother, David, as I imagine he looks now.
This painting is actually a finger painting. Not many know or would guess that. If you look closely you can see hand and thumbprints that make out his face and hair. The fingernail scratches make out His crown of thorns. The truth is - we have no picture of Jesus, we do not know what He looked like as a man. How then, does a blind person see? She sees with her fingers.
A Glimpse of Heaven
My art teacher was the beautiful Patty Hutchens, ‘Granny’ to me. She went to be with Jesus in April of 2014, and I, as well as many others, miss her terribly. It’s her voice in my head when I teach, her voice telling me to “half close my eyes” so I can see the darks and lights. I was blessed to see this vision of her in Heaven, doing what I know she must be doing - painting the Holy City of New Jerusalem. A shining city on a hill - where there is no more shame, no more pain, no more tears. I can’t wait to see what she has painted when we meet again.
This piece I had the privilege to draw. It is the vision and promise of a dear friend of mine, who is waiting on the Lord to bless her with children. She holds out her hands in expectation - trusting that the Lord will give her the desire of her heart. And He, ever so gently, ever so faithfully, places two daisies into her upturned hands. This is the promise of children, twins. What the Lord has declared, let no man doubt.
The Good Shepherd
“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for you are with me. Your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil, my cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord – forever” (Psalm 23, NKJV).
This is a piece for a friend. She described to me how in life, we are like broken jars of clay. Filled with cracks and seemingly unable to do anything on our own. But with the Hand of God, a broken jar can become a vessel overflowing with life.
Looking Through the Truth
Nothing will prepare me for the day I finally see the face of my Savior. I often have visions of Jesus’s eyes - the empathy. The love, the pain, the forgiveness. The sincerity of His goodness. Someday I will see those eyes for real. For now, all I can do is imagine.
Isn’t a product to be traded or bought,
Isn’t a trophy over which to be fought,
Isn’t a game, she cannot be won,
Isn’t a toy to be brought out for fun,
Isn’t a ritual, something to do,
Isn’t a tool like a hammer or screw,
Isn’t a hole - isn’t a part,
Isn’t an object like sculpture and art,
Isn’t a thing from which you get pleasure,
Cannot be buried like pirates’ treasure,
Will not be silent,
Has her own voice,
Will speak the truth,
Has her own choice,
Knows what she’s worth under her skin,
Feels every insult, mockery and sin,
That you throw against her, feels every blow,
Your violations tear more than you know,
Isn’t a plaything,
Is NO THING at all,
Is living and breathing and taking the fall,
Came from YOUR side so you’d not be alone,
Was pulled from YOUR body,
Flesh of flesh,
Bone of bone,
Is your equal, your partner, begins where you end,
But continue to hurt her,
and you will lose her, my friend.