Eyes for Abundance

I wish I knew whose photo this was…if you do..please let me know. I want to give credit where it’s due. Isn’t it gorgeous? I love that our planet has beauty and humor woven into so many creatures (humans included) and I’m grateful that there are those who adore and worship and capture it for the rest of us….sort of a wakeup call, don’t you think? Just when I think I couldn’t possibly see something more beautiful than ever…here it comes. That, to me…is ABUNDANCE….unlimited abundance. How could we not believe with ever fiber of our being that we weren’t meant to have and to appreciate it???
I am so very grateful that here are messengers out there to witness to us.
Oh…and I like that they are pink. Go figure. smile emoticon
Thank You, Lord
Shalom my Lovesflamingos


Silence of God

It’s the name of a song by Andrew Peterson.  You should look it up on Spotify.  I had just discovered it last week when sudden news from Paris left us all reeling, angry, confused, sad, and naturally prayerful.

And there you have it…that nagging question when the pain of losing that which is sacred is so intense you shake fists at the sky and wail, and pound your chest and yet the Author and the Redeemer and the Creator of All is silent.

In despair, there is great love.

In the mercies of strangers, there is great love.

In the prayers that seem to fall silent…stopped by the ceiling of anger and confusion…there is great love and in all the pain we turn to our Maker, and He is there.

Silent but with us…like those who sit without speaking so that we are not alone.  Silent like the friends who were sleeping while Jesus prayed, alone. Knowing full well He was preparing to purchase all the darkness and pain in the world..all of it..because of love.  And  God was silent.


This painting is not finished, not even close.  It probably won’t have an Eiffel Tower in it because Paris shares human tragedy all over the globe.

But it will have love in it.  I hope that’s what people will feel when they look at it.in progress for Paris

On Considering Lilies

I think it’s appropriate to be thankful for my own state of being. I’m able to negotiate the ups and downs of daily life with minimum stress or worry. I can be resilient when things don’t go as planned, and I have learned to look for the positive side of all situations, even if they’re not necessarily stacked in my favor. I’m not boasting here….just feeling thankful. that is all. Good health and sound thinking are partners and I’m very thankful for that as well.
Because there’s nothing like the peace of knowing how to live in the spirit and letting go of everything else. As my bff’s like to say…”it doesn’t matter” about pretty much all of what we worry about in this world. We laugh(a lot), but we know. ..and I am thankful.
Thank You Rabboni
Shalom my Loves!1374911-bigthumbnail

Fallen Angel Pose

“Proof that even falling out of what you meant to do can be beautiful if you’re willing to change your mind.”   Cory Punto

I LOVE this thought…..even falling out of what you meant to do…..what a lovely and creative perspective. My art goes like this a lot…..actually my life goes like this a lot. I’m guessing I’m not alone on that one! LOL…..but the attitude? This lovely way of looking at it? Priceless!  Cory is my daughter btw.  I want to be like her when I grow up.


fallen angel

This sold quite a while ago…….funny how it just popped up as I’m blindly linking one platform to another…not really knowing how or what I’m doing…barely knowing why.   It’s a storm in its own right…obviously that’s the connection.   How is it possible to be so completely connected to God on so many levels and to be so oblivious to that connection so many hours of the day.   I’m just basically relieved to be reminded that I’m not facing any of them alone…..not even the world of social media and shameless self promotion.

I like to think there’s more to it than that.  I like to think that I’m reaching souls that I’m meant to connect with on a global level and that there is a much more important global plan for this than one spacy blog post.  It’s late and the house is cold and my down blanket has defeated the call of the easel.

ShalomFacing a Spring Storm