Jubilee is sleeping. She had a rough morning which was complicated by packing. We had a good day yesterday, visited a castle being reconstructed. Magnificent building and grounds. Well, not magnificent with grandeur as the Russian trashed most of it during WWII, but magnificent in sheer beauty in the combination of buildings, trees, green grass and cool breeze. They are gearing up for aChristian arts festival. www.slot.com is the web site (I think) It starts the day we leave so that is a bummer, but maybe we will catch it another year. Tents already setting up all over the grounds. Basia worked the festival one year doing make-up and her friend, Gosia, did a fashion show. There was silk painting, pottery, writing, you name it theyhad it, but she said the music was lame. Maybe we need to get together a team (or two or three) and come over in a couple years. Hang out for the festival and see where God leads afterwards, what doors open. Hmmmm. Anybody interested?
So, I lay down with Jubilee for her nap. SHE LOVES TAKING NAPS HERE! SHe wants us face to face so, "We can smile at each other while we sleep." I held Piglet and she held Pink Baby. They had their noses together so they could smile at each other, too. I was enjoying resting and letting my mind wander a bit and talk with God. I love the quiet of nap time and the forced stillness. I love holding Jubi and resting. It is very nice.
Okay, now the reason for writing, I was contemplating why Jubi is so stressed today and I think it has to do with being present. John Smeltzer teaches about being present to the moment. Well, lots of people probably teach about that, but I learned it from John. Jubi is BRILLIANT at being present. She has been from birth. She never was one to complain about who was not there in the room, even when the one not present had the means for feeding her. She just enjoyed and was satisfied with who she was with. She celebrates the moments. I think that last night when David started talking to her about coming home in a few days it sort of pulled the rug out from under her. She is meant to live in the present and now she is ready to go home so her heart is in the future but her body is in the present and she is torn.
You remember what it was like at the end of hte summer. There was a week left but school LOOMED on the horizon and it was difficult (IMPOSSIBLE) to really enjoy the last week of summer because of what lay ahead. Instead of being present and really getting the most of that last week the shadow of school kept things somewhat dark.
It was a bit like that yesterday. Driving, having a great time. Finally meeting someone who could tell us where the castle was we tried to visit in November last year but not having enoughtime to get there. Running out of time. Knowing that this is the last "adventure" for this visit and already starting to miss what has been.
So, today I am packing so that tomorrow, our last day here, I can be PRESENT to the moments. No rushing around packing or getting ready. All that done and finished and just ENJOY POLAND and the DAY!
Oh, some of God's sussies for teh weekend. We went to a GONG concert on Saturday. I'll tell you about it someday. Jubi needed to pottie and it ended with an invitation to a private concert in a 17th century church. Yesterday we made the tour by God's graces. Both days were CLEAR AND WARMish.
Clear and warmish is a breakthrough as the winds have been blowing HARD all week and lots of rain and overcast clouds. When we got to Karpacz we could see the tallest mountain in Poland. Basia said it is very rare that the clouds are not covering it. It was beautiful. It was clear Sunday, too. Now it is Monday again and it cold and raining and overcast.
Last time I was here it was hot. I brought clothes for warm weather. I brought a pair of jeans that I got from Brenda's friend and a pair of my black jeans that are too big, but only one size too big. I also had a new pair of linen pants that I bought for the trip. Everything else was shorts or capris. Well, PRAISE GOD, some of hte baby weight shifted and now the pants from Brenda are way too big. I accidentally got paint on them so they became my "painting pants". The black ones are very stiff so I could still wear them a little bit, but they are now way too big. The linen ones are fine, but thin. All that to say, "IT HAS BEEN COLD HERE!!!" I am wearnign the linen pants and hoping the others dry fast IN THE RAIN so I can finish packing. If htey don't I might just leave them.
I think packing has been good for me to shift into the going home mode. It has been SUCH a blessing being here that I have not been looking forward to returning. Looking forward to seeing Ruth and the boys, but not to returning home. I love being in new places and meeting new people. If I could do this every year for three or four months I would. Hear that God? I think it is a desire of my heart to go and explore your great creation and meet the children of your heart in other parts of the world. I think Hungary might be calling me. Are there still adventures out there for me and the children, God? Pilgrimage? My heart is set on it. Thank you for this adventure with Jubilee. Could the next one please include everybody?
Side tracks. Love em.
Monday, July 9, 2007
The FOUNDATION OF MY MOTIVATION. Hmph, wonder what that is?
I love Marsha Burns. Her ear is WELL TUNED. The foundation of my motivation challenged? Does NOT SOUNDS FUN!!!! Yeeee haw!!!!!!!! All one can do is snuggie up in the arms of El Shaddai and HANG ON !!!!
So, hang on!
Small Straws In A Soft Wind by Marsha Burns - -
You are going to face situations that will challenge the very foundation of your motivation. Even though this will seem very difficult at times, it is necessary for you to allow this time of soul searching to bring you to a new plateau of faith. Your circumstances will provide opportunities to seek Me for wisdom and establish trust, for I am your very present help in times of trouble and I alone will bring you through. This is a time when the refining fires burn hot. Let those things burn that cannot withstand the heat, for certainly that which remains will be cherished for its great and eternal value, says the Lord.
1 Corinthians 3:12-13
Now if anyone builds on this foundation
with gold, silver, precious stones,
wood, hay, straw,
each one's work will become clear;
for the Day will declare it, because
it will be revealed by fire;
and the fire will test each one's work,
of what sort it is.
New Releases!
The "New Releases" is about stuff that the website sells, but I accidentally copied it when copying this prophetic word SOOOOOOO I am taking it as part of the prophetic word. NEW RELEASES!!!! I AM STANDING HERE DECLARING NEW RELEASES INTO MY LIFE and the LIVES OF THOSE I LOVE!!!! NEW RELEASES!!!! MORE MORE MORE!!!! NEW RELEASES.
The paintings that I have done here, about two dozen in six weeks, (would have done more, but it is so complicated getting canvases) were mostly interpretations of previous watercolors. Oh, I am learning oils while I am here. The last two broke away from that AND I LIKE THEM! I feel RELEASED!!!! Released for what? I don' tknow.Today I started packing. Three suitcases so far. One is two ounces short of the 50 pound limit. The other two are about half a pound shy. I have ONE suitcase left. It is small and I bought it here in Poland. It is a glorious PURPLE that sort of color shifts in the light. It is designed adn manufactured here in Poland. The entrepenuer's heart is to produce excellence that will challenge the desing and quality of the beautiful Italian bags. He has made some glorious strides.
We talk all the time about God's glory. I was reading in my amplified (okay, in Basia's amplified) this week and it spoke of MY GLORY!!! That sounds sacriligious doesn't it. MY GLORY! YOUR GLORY! but it is there and we must not settle for doing our best (excellence is not perfection) so that our glory, which originates from God, shines forth.
Okay. Jubi has run out of steam. She is getting nervous about the next thing. She loves it here. She loves Basia and Tomek and Igor, but she loves her family. Yesterday David talked on Skype to her about coming home and she has been off balance ever since. It would have been better to wait until it was time to come home. Time is difficult for a two year old. Now my attention has been pulled away on a day she was already stressed and I need to go take care of my baby.
XOXOXOOX
Saturday, July 7, 2007
07 07 07 A NEW THInG?!?!!!
I can't believe we will be leaving in a few days. This is our LAST WEEKEND!!!!! What to do? SO MUCH TO DO!!!!! but really just want to BE, ya know? So there are some things to do and it is cold and windy and I want to make every second stretch. How could this much time go so quickly. I finished all the canvases last night. Actually, Ania left some here and it is SOOOOO tempting to use hers!!!! But I won't- sigh. I love Marsha Burns. Her heart, it is snuggied right up next to God's heart. Lub dub, lub dub, lub dub. They beat in unison and mine is all warm and fuzzy right now. Ruthie is at The Call. I am praying for her, for us, for ALL of us. Spirit of Prophecy Bulletin | ||||||
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Thursday, July 5, 2007
NO NEED!!!! No need IN Christ. Now HOW to appropriate it day to day. SIGH
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| July 5, 2007: Be at peace and refuse to allow petty annoyances to arouse your anger and cause you to sin. Forgive quickly and maintain a calm spirit. You will be tempted to rise up to defend your position or to prove your righteousness, but that would be foolish. There is no need to defend a righteous position; it speaks for itself. Do not allow the enemy to push buttons that trigger unwarranted responses and behavior, says the Lord. cool. SAY NO TO PETTY AnNOYANCES! No, nie, nyet. Say YES to PEACE that passes understanding. YES! TAK! BRING IT on!!!!
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Boobs
I hit enter the other day then thought OH MY GOODNESS !!!! I just wrote a blog about boobs. The next thought was about how manyBOOBS I KNOW!!!! Then I thought I better go pray and do some forgiving and asking for forgiveness.
Isn't it interesting the meanings of the word boobs. We have GOT to stop using words with such negative connotations. I HAVE GOT TO STOP. I was reading before leaving home about how men were considered created from the gods and women were considered as coming from ANIMALS! LESS THAN HUMAN! and that is were we get so many animal names for women (think bitch) It runs deep, yall, the m (ysogeny and we are so familiar with it we don't even see it. (nor can I spell it correctly)
SO, my sister writes these wonderful blogs and I wrote a comment to one of hers and I think I will put it here. She was sharing about the US vs THEM stuff that goes on in life and something God is setting me free from (and soon I HOPE!!!) is seeing ALL of us created in the IMAGE OF GOD!!!! (I can't even read books or scripture any more without translating all the He and Him into God (as God is beyond he or him or she or her) I am starting to see HUMAN BEINGS!!! Human being is not a term I have used often in my life but it is so much more accurate. We often give compliments or complaints based upon gender. Such a nice young man. A sweet old woman when in actuality it is not about gender but about humanness.
Sooooooo, here is what I wrote to my sister and maybe it will ring a bell for ya.
RING MY BELLLLLLLLLL RING MY BELL MY BELL ( an old song flashed through my mind.) DING DING
SO MY SWEET SWEET SIsTER WHO I LOVE AND ADORE AND AM SO PROUD OF!!!!! Toss US vs THEM! Take up CREATED IN THE IMAGE OF GOD- MALE AND FEMALE and SWING FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Right now i am seeing you swinging through the jungle like Tarzan!!!!!! Swooping between tree tops with flowers EVERYWHERE and brightly colored birds and "George of the Jungle" music in the background. Wearing your ephod and bright red sports bra!!!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! I wonder if that was prophetic. Better go out and get you a bright red sport bra JUST IN CASE!!!!
Actually this a.m. I was thinking how much I wish you were here with me. How much FUN we would have exploring the world together. I want you to consider skipping Maine some year and coming with me to Eastern Europe. As the prices keep going up we will have to explore some country NOT in the EU, but we can do it. We are chosen and favored and blessed by God. We love people and you don't need a lot of language for people to know and understand that you love and appreciate them. All you have to do is look them in the eye and smile from your heart.
I LOVE YOU! I AM READY FOR AN ADVENTURE WITH YOU!!!!
co cham cza!!!!
Isn't it interesting the meanings of the word boobs. We have GOT to stop using words with such negative connotations. I HAVE GOT TO STOP. I was reading before leaving home about how men were considered created from the gods and women were considered as coming from ANIMALS! LESS THAN HUMAN! and that is were we get so many animal names for women (think bitch) It runs deep, yall, the m (ysogeny and we are so familiar with it we don't even see it. (nor can I spell it correctly)
SO, my sister writes these wonderful blogs and I wrote a comment to one of hers and I think I will put it here. She was sharing about the US vs THEM stuff that goes on in life and something God is setting me free from (and soon I HOPE!!!) is seeing ALL of us created in the IMAGE OF GOD!!!! (I can't even read books or scripture any more without translating all the He and Him into God (as God is beyond he or him or she or her) I am starting to see HUMAN BEINGS!!! Human being is not a term I have used often in my life but it is so much more accurate. We often give compliments or complaints based upon gender. Such a nice young man. A sweet old woman when in actuality it is not about gender but about humanness.
Sooooooo, here is what I wrote to my sister and maybe it will ring a bell for ya.
RING MY BELLLLLLLLLL RING MY BELL MY BELL ( an old song flashed through my mind.) DING DING
SO MY SWEET SWEET SIsTER WHO I LOVE AND ADORE AND AM SO PROUD OF!!!!! Toss US vs THEM! Take up CREATED IN THE IMAGE OF GOD- MALE AND FEMALE and SWING FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Right now i am seeing you swinging through the jungle like Tarzan!!!!!! Swooping between tree tops with flowers EVERYWHERE and brightly colored birds and "George of the Jungle" music in the background. Wearing your ephod and bright red sports bra!!!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! I wonder if that was prophetic. Better go out and get you a bright red sport bra JUST IN CASE!!!!
Actually this a.m. I was thinking how much I wish you were here with me. How much FUN we would have exploring the world together. I want you to consider skipping Maine some year and coming with me to Eastern Europe. As the prices keep going up we will have to explore some country NOT in the EU, but we can do it. We are chosen and favored and blessed by God. We love people and you don't need a lot of language for people to know and understand that you love and appreciate them. All you have to do is look them in the eye and smile from your heart.
I LOVE YOU! I AM READY FOR AN ADVENTURE WITH YOU!!!!
co cham cza!!!!
Monday, July 2, 2007
I think I met an angel the other day! It was amazing. A very small
crippled woman walking down the street. I greeted her and the smile in
return filled my entire being! It was amazing. I walked a ways and then
decided I wanted a hug. (I do that sometimes, get hugs from strangers,
mostly grandma types). When I turned around the street was completely
empty. NOBODY was there. Unless she climbed a tree, she just
disappeared! GONE! POOF!!! I think she was an angel.
crippled woman walking down the street. I greeted her and the smile in
return filled my entire being! It was amazing. I walked a ways and then
decided I wanted a hug. (I do that sometimes, get hugs from strangers,
mostly grandma types). When I turned around the street was completely
empty. NOBODY was there. Unless she climbed a tree, she just
disappeared! GONE! POOF!!! I think she was an angel.
can't get photos off camera- bummer
it is almost over. I can't believe it. It has flown by and I don't know where the minutes and days and hours have gone. It has been very sweet and gentle. Me and Jubi hanging out, doing what we can do and just BEING! Jubilee is a lovely human being. She has a magnificent strong and powerful will. It will serve her and the Kingdom of God briliantly. She also has a very very very generous and loving way. I am so thankful for this season of getting to know Jubilee. I am wishing I had taken a time like this with each of the children. Well, it was part of Ruth's life, but it would have been nice with alll the boys. But WHO KNEW! It is such a STRANGE thing to do, go off with a single child and leave all the others behind. Who would think of that. I am so thankful to everyone who has made this possible. What a blessing.
Yesterday I worked on five paintings in four hours. Jubi took a HUGE nap! I need to get a massage! I am so sore. I am really enjoying the oils, but it is harder physically than the watercolors. Or maybe I just have not spent four hours non-stop painting in a while and I forgot. OOPS! COULD BE!
The hall ways is FULL of paintings. I have three canvases left. Basia bought me 13 canvases here. large ones in cm measurements so I dn't know how big they really are. Full sheet size, 10 of them and then two significantly larger ones. SO MUCH FUN! I brought a dozen small board canvases with me and they are all used. Now the pressure is on. WHAT TO DO WITH THE THREE LEFT! I don't think I will be able to get any more. Canvas, the good ones, are all shipped to Germany. Interesting isn't it.
I have been using my watercolors as reference for the oils. I am still in learning mode and having something familiar as a subject matter is very helpful. I think the anointing has transferred, or maybe it is a fresh anointing. I hope it is a fresh anointing.
Last night Jubi and I picked up a pizza. WHile we were waiting a little girl with VERY LONG legs was walking around wearing shorts with her hiney cheeks hanging out. I thought, that isn't right. Then her momma came along and they left. Mom had VERY VERY long legs. The exact same legs as the daughter. Or maybe that is vice versa. I have been noticing moms here in Poland. You can't tell them from the women who are NOT moms!!!
What is that about? There is a sexuality there that is not present in my world. Maybe my world is just too sheltered. I remember sitting waiting for the boys at Redeemer Lutheran School thinking, "GOD! !! THESE WOMEN LOOK AWFUL! GOD! I LOOK JUST LIKE THEM!!!! HELP!!!!!"
It is NOT honoring to God to look all wrung out. It is not honoring to God to BE all wrung out. SO, I started an endeavor to look like ME, to have my outside somewhat reflect my life inside. I want people to be attracted to God in me and I don't want to put up a barrier by looking like a hag.
SO, what is this thing in Poland. Jubi is in my lap talking to me so my thoughts are a bit less focused (HA HA HA!) than normal. I see sexuality there that is VERY unhealthy. Women as objects. BUT I am also seeing a sexuality there that IS HEALTHY!!! I am seeing women with children who look sharp. They still look like women instead of like mommies or HEAVEN FORBID! HOME SCHOOL MOMS!
I am CONVINCED deep in my spirit that Mary, the Mother of Jesus, DID NOT DRESS JESUS FUNNY!!!!! Yet, as believers, home schoolers in particular, we sooooo often dress our kids as cultural freaks. AND THEN WE EXPECT THEM TO CHANGE THE WORLD!!!! SIGH.
Okay, that isnot what I wanted to talk about.
I wanted to talk about this thing of so many of hte moms looking like women more than like moms. I am into boobs lately. Mine are mine again. Jubi is weaned. I put in just over 12 years total of nursing. WHOOO HOOOOOOOO!!!! Mine are mighty minghty boobies. (Not as mighty as Brenda, my sister who I think could set world records, but that is a bit personal so I"ll let her tell you about her mighty boob).
I got in "trouble" a while back with "leadership" in our church. I spent six months praying about what paintings to replace the old paintings with. God was downloading all sorts of good stuff, promises and blessings for James Avenue Church. One of them was a HUGE painting I did during a 100 Portraits concert AT James Avneue Church. It spoke of joy and freedom, but it was HUGE so I could not frame it. I did all sorts of studying as to how to seal it so it would not need glass or plexi. (The plexi to frame it would have been $500!!!!!) So I get it sealed and as it is being hung I get this magnificent download about GOD REMOVING BARRIERS! Barriers between worshippers and heaven, barriers between the congregation and the worship team. Barriers between worshippers. When there is plexi or glass tehre is distortion no matter how well it is framed. God showed me that he was removing the INVISIBLE barriers that cause unintended distortion. It was a beautiful word for the church and one very much longed for. AND the painting was large enough for the space. The other was too small, it looked impoverished. This one held the space and fit. This is a church that has struggled with poverty forever and this painting was a symbol of abundance commanding a space where there had been lack.
I received several phone calls from worship team members who loved it. The prophetic types got it, no explanation necessary.
Ten days later Steve, the pastor calls, and he - even though very prophetic- did NOT get it. He said he felt VIOLATED! I had spent six months trying to call Steve, but he was too busy to answer any of myphone calls or emails. I went through the decoration person to change out the paintings. So Steve tells me he feels violated, like I violated his living room. Well, that was NEWS to me. I thought the church building belonged to the CHURCH not Steve. SIgh, will I ever learn! I HOPE NOT! Then he goes on to tell me there had been two complaints.
TWO COMPAINTS! WOW! That sounds like success to me! If only two people complain when a change is made in a church that is reason to celebrate, or so I THOUGHT! THEN he tells me that someone saw TEARS in the painting. TEARS! They were worshippers and it was painted during a celebration of worship. Yeah, the circumstances going on at the moment were worthyof tears but it was not a painting of tears. The other complaint, "SOMEONE saw BREASTS " BREASTS! SIGH.
I told Steve that the tears and breasts were nore about THEIR HEARTS than MY ART. THEN Steve tells me I have DISHONORED the ELDERS!!!! WHAT!!! WHERE? WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN!!!!! Oops, those two complainers were elders. SIGH!!!!! I offered to change the name of the painting to El Shaddai but it did not help things. SIGH SIGH SIIIIIIIIIIIGH!
so, I just painted three paintings while and now I am back to this story about not being able to get photos off my camera?
Okay, so this happened awhile back and very slowly i have been getting revelation about breasts and women in general. God is okay with breasts. El SHaddai often is interpretted to mean The Breasted One. I don't know of any of God's names that translate to specifically MALE body parts. SIGH.
Breasts are not evil or wicked or shameful. Breasts are part of being woman and God is OKAY with all parts of being woman. God chose to reveal self through women AND men. It is time to just get over all the shame and horror and objectification of being woman and ENJOY!
Okay, I can't remember why I started this. I am hungry and my eggs (from Basia's grandma's farm) are getting cold.
LATER! Gwen
Yesterday I worked on five paintings in four hours. Jubi took a HUGE nap! I need to get a massage! I am so sore. I am really enjoying the oils, but it is harder physically than the watercolors. Or maybe I just have not spent four hours non-stop painting in a while and I forgot. OOPS! COULD BE!
The hall ways is FULL of paintings. I have three canvases left. Basia bought me 13 canvases here. large ones in cm measurements so I dn't know how big they really are. Full sheet size, 10 of them and then two significantly larger ones. SO MUCH FUN! I brought a dozen small board canvases with me and they are all used. Now the pressure is on. WHAT TO DO WITH THE THREE LEFT! I don't think I will be able to get any more. Canvas, the good ones, are all shipped to Germany. Interesting isn't it.
I have been using my watercolors as reference for the oils. I am still in learning mode and having something familiar as a subject matter is very helpful. I think the anointing has transferred, or maybe it is a fresh anointing. I hope it is a fresh anointing.
Last night Jubi and I picked up a pizza. WHile we were waiting a little girl with VERY LONG legs was walking around wearing shorts with her hiney cheeks hanging out. I thought, that isn't right. Then her momma came along and they left. Mom had VERY VERY long legs. The exact same legs as the daughter. Or maybe that is vice versa. I have been noticing moms here in Poland. You can't tell them from the women who are NOT moms!!!
What is that about? There is a sexuality there that is not present in my world. Maybe my world is just too sheltered. I remember sitting waiting for the boys at Redeemer Lutheran School thinking, "GOD! !! THESE WOMEN LOOK AWFUL! GOD! I LOOK JUST LIKE THEM!!!! HELP!!!!!"
It is NOT honoring to God to look all wrung out. It is not honoring to God to BE all wrung out. SO, I started an endeavor to look like ME, to have my outside somewhat reflect my life inside. I want people to be attracted to God in me and I don't want to put up a barrier by looking like a hag.
SO, what is this thing in Poland. Jubi is in my lap talking to me so my thoughts are a bit less focused (HA HA HA!) than normal. I see sexuality there that is VERY unhealthy. Women as objects. BUT I am also seeing a sexuality there that IS HEALTHY!!! I am seeing women with children who look sharp. They still look like women instead of like mommies or HEAVEN FORBID! HOME SCHOOL MOMS!
I am CONVINCED deep in my spirit that Mary, the Mother of Jesus, DID NOT DRESS JESUS FUNNY!!!!! Yet, as believers, home schoolers in particular, we sooooo often dress our kids as cultural freaks. AND THEN WE EXPECT THEM TO CHANGE THE WORLD!!!! SIGH.
Okay, that isnot what I wanted to talk about.
I wanted to talk about this thing of so many of hte moms looking like women more than like moms. I am into boobs lately. Mine are mine again. Jubi is weaned. I put in just over 12 years total of nursing. WHOOO HOOOOOOOO!!!! Mine are mighty minghty boobies. (Not as mighty as Brenda, my sister who I think could set world records, but that is a bit personal so I"ll let her tell you about her mighty boob).
I got in "trouble" a while back with "leadership" in our church. I spent six months praying about what paintings to replace the old paintings with. God was downloading all sorts of good stuff, promises and blessings for James Avenue Church. One of them was a HUGE painting I did during a 100 Portraits concert AT James Avneue Church. It spoke of joy and freedom, but it was HUGE so I could not frame it. I did all sorts of studying as to how to seal it so it would not need glass or plexi. (The plexi to frame it would have been $500!!!!!) So I get it sealed and as it is being hung I get this magnificent download about GOD REMOVING BARRIERS! Barriers between worshippers and heaven, barriers between the congregation and the worship team. Barriers between worshippers. When there is plexi or glass tehre is distortion no matter how well it is framed. God showed me that he was removing the INVISIBLE barriers that cause unintended distortion. It was a beautiful word for the church and one very much longed for. AND the painting was large enough for the space. The other was too small, it looked impoverished. This one held the space and fit. This is a church that has struggled with poverty forever and this painting was a symbol of abundance commanding a space where there had been lack.
I received several phone calls from worship team members who loved it. The prophetic types got it, no explanation necessary.
Ten days later Steve, the pastor calls, and he - even though very prophetic- did NOT get it. He said he felt VIOLATED! I had spent six months trying to call Steve, but he was too busy to answer any of myphone calls or emails. I went through the decoration person to change out the paintings. So Steve tells me he feels violated, like I violated his living room. Well, that was NEWS to me. I thought the church building belonged to the CHURCH not Steve. SIgh, will I ever learn! I HOPE NOT! Then he goes on to tell me there had been two complaints.
TWO COMPAINTS! WOW! That sounds like success to me! If only two people complain when a change is made in a church that is reason to celebrate, or so I THOUGHT! THEN he tells me that someone saw TEARS in the painting. TEARS! They were worshippers and it was painted during a celebration of worship. Yeah, the circumstances going on at the moment were worthyof tears but it was not a painting of tears. The other complaint, "SOMEONE saw BREASTS " BREASTS! SIGH.
I told Steve that the tears and breasts were nore about THEIR HEARTS than MY ART. THEN Steve tells me I have DISHONORED the ELDERS!!!! WHAT!!! WHERE? WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN!!!!! Oops, those two complainers were elders. SIGH!!!!! I offered to change the name of the painting to El Shaddai but it did not help things. SIGH SIGH SIIIIIIIIIIIGH!
so, I just painted three paintings while and now I am back to this story about not being able to get photos off my camera?
Okay, so this happened awhile back and very slowly i have been getting revelation about breasts and women in general. God is okay with breasts. El SHaddai often is interpretted to mean The Breasted One. I don't know of any of God's names that translate to specifically MALE body parts. SIGH.
Breasts are not evil or wicked or shameful. Breasts are part of being woman and God is OKAY with all parts of being woman. God chose to reveal self through women AND men. It is time to just get over all the shame and horror and objectification of being woman and ENJOY!
Okay, I can't remember why I started this. I am hungry and my eggs (from Basia's grandma's farm) are getting cold.
LATER! Gwen
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