I imagine a way that didn't look so inviting to the standards of this world, a path that seems lonely where only you can walk along, but is a path that leads you before the splendorous Throne of God.
Friday, April 10, 2009
On the same day when God spoke to me about the fire, and about another one of my paintings, He spoke to me as well about "LIFE", how life is began in the secret, in the darkness... although we imagine the formation of life to be majestically and pompous, it actually takes place in a hidden spot inside the body, where we are not aware of, where we cannot see. At some point of time it does become obvious but we don't know its beginning. I was taken away by the impression on my mind for some time, just watching this little egg swimming, so tiny.
So, "LIFE" was conceived. The painting is but a fertilized egg swimming inside the fallopian tube on its way to the endometrium. Life has begun...
New Time, new season
we are at war
warriors of darkness
will be put to death
Light prevails
and the King reigns forever
Truth will be set free
and hope sits on the throne
What is life to be wasted
better is not to be born
then to let your life pass you by
Arise weak one
wake up you sleeper
the Light shines
God calls you
don't you hear it?
will you not answer?
will you pretend not to know?
Truth will hunt you
you will never be able
to escape it
like a scorpion
that stings its poison
will truth be painful on you
if you neglect it
Answer to the call
and it will be life
Don't be afraid
there is nothing to fear
No man can stand
The Living God
neither can man stand
against His children
we are at war
warriors of darkness
will be put to death
Light prevails
and the King reigns forever
Truth will be set free
and hope sits on the throne
What is life to be wasted
better is not to be born
then to let your life pass you by
Arise weak one
wake up you sleeper
the Light shines
God calls you
don't you hear it?
will you not answer?
will you pretend not to know?
Truth will hunt you
you will never be able
to escape it
like a scorpion
that stings its poison
will truth be painful on you
if you neglect it
Answer to the call
and it will be life
Don't be afraid
there is nothing to fear
No man can stand
The Living God
neither can man stand
against His children
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Next time I met her, which was only a couple of days after, she had a little booklet with drawings she began to make after our last meeting. The drawings were amazing, I couldn't believe she had not been doing that ever before! go girl!
I started to have an intense desire to paint a rose, another red flower. I was not thinking why another flower, I was just passionate about the thought of a wonderful outcome!.
I painted this one in half an hour, I was really into it. It helped me also discover my own ability to draw, it was pretty cool!
After I painted this rose, God spoke to me through a friend about flourishing and letting my own beauty be exposed as this flower glorifies Him with its splendor!
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Anyways I kept on trying to see what would come out, I wanted the emphasize to be in the center of the flower and the little stick that carries the seeds for the new flowers.
I was really surprised I could finish it and I even liked it!
My birthday arrived and my husband thought a lot about what to give me, he thought of giving me an old yellow car with black stripes just the way I have always seen the children car, hehehe I really like that one! or if to give me a whole set to paint my flower.
Early in the morning, he was really excited to get his gift out and present it to me. I was so surprised to see a whole set of boxes of different sizes coming from inside the closet, I didn't even notice there were things in the closet!. When I began to open them I realized oh boy he took me serious!, now I even have to paint the flower, hahahahaha! I didn't know if to be thankful or scared, so far I had never really been painting, never thought I could either. So it began...
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