Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The Humongous Fungus Among Us

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Genesis 1:28 And God blessed them and said unto them, "Be fruitful and multiply..."

All thy works with joy surround thee,

earth and heaven reflect thy rays,

stars and angels sing around thee,

center of unbroken praise.

Field and forest, vale and mountain,

flowery meadow, flashing sea,

chanting bird and flowing fountain,

call us to rejoice in thee.”

As the writer of “Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee” so beautifully states, all of nature should “call us to rejoice” in our Creator. Every one of his creations should direct our hearts toward our loving Father, the God who created the universe. His divine creations are simply reflections of himself and often have a way of teaching us the way his kingdom operates. If we look closely, his organisms and creatures usually have somewhat of a story to tell, a parable of sorts that directs our eyes to the One who created them.

A few years ago, a teaching on the harvest at a local ministry inspired me to study the life cycle of mushrooms. Strange, yes, I know, but through those studies, God impressed upon my heart a beautiful analogy of our purpose on this earth and the way God’s kingdom grows.

The fungi that is the life source of mushrooms usually grow underground in a weblike pattern and may stretch for hundreds of feet in all directions. In fact, it has been learned that in some places, the underground network of fungi may form the largest living thing on the planet.

Mushrooms are simply the fruiting bodies of that underground, unseen fungus. They are the only visible evidence that the underlying fungus exists. Their true purpose is to spread spores to enable the fungus to establish new colonies of mushrooms. When the conditions of the environment are right, when ample moisture is present, the fungus soaks up the water like a sponge, giving the mushroom opportunity to grow so that it may spread spores and multiply.

Upon maturing, the mushroom begins to focus solely on reproduction rather than consumption. The reproductive seeds or spores of the fungus are located on the underside of the mushroom cap inside the gills. Until maturity, the underside of the mushroom cap is covered by a veil, which prevents the spores from being released. As the mushroom matures, the cap grows larger, stretching the veil, until it finally breaks, releasing millions of spores of which only a few will germinate. If the conditions are right, the spores create new mushrooms, and the whole cycle is repeated, creating a multiplying effect. The main purpose of the mushroom is to multiply itself in order to enlarge its community and expand the territory of the fungus.

The first recorded words that God spoke to man in the book of Genesis were, “Be fruitful and multiply…” From the very beginning of the human race, God meant for us to be a multiplying community, not just physically, but spiritually as well. We are the fruiting bodies of the underlying, unseen kingdom of God, and God created us to be the visible evidence to others that the kingdom of God exists.

As we take in the moisture of God, the truths of his word, we grow and mature in the knowledge of Him, causing us to grow and break through the veil that keeps us from bearing fruit, the lie that our lives and our salvation are about us. Like the mushroom, a sign of maturity in us is when we begin to focus more on reproduction rather than consumption. We begin to focus more on what we can give to the body of Christ rather than what we can receive.

As we mature in Him, we begin to empty ourselves of the seeds that have been planted in our life, the truths God has taught us along the way, so that those truths will not terminate on us, but will fall to the ground, take root and multiply in the lives of our neighbors.

The purpose of most fungi is to take dead organic material and turn it into living nutrients that sustain other organisms. Jesus has taken our dead hearts and made them alive so that, for his glory, they can be used to bring others to Him by providing the nutrients that our neighbors need. Thank you, Father, for all those that God has used to provide the nutrients I have needed in each step of my journey. I pray those nutrients would not dead end on me, but would be released into the lives of others, nourishing the hearts of those God puts in my path.

Father I pray that you would cause us to break through the veil, and release the seeds of truth which you have grown in us into the environments in which we have influence. Some of those seeds will germinate and some will not; nevertheless, God has chosen us to be the visible evidence of the Kingdom of God in those places. So let us go, “be fruitful, and multiply,” teaching others the truths of the gospel that God has so graciously planted within us.

Lamp unto my Feet

Not for SalePsalm 119:105 Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Good News Shoes

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Romans 10:15 How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news.


Monday, April 11, 2011

Shelter from the Storm

8 x 10
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Isaiah 25:4 You have been a...shelter from the storm and a shade from the heat.

My two year old, Katie, has never been a huge fan of the drive through car wash. I am not sure of their technical name, but the hanging carpet like strips and the sprayers that rinse the soap, must in her little mind, resemble a giant monster threatening to engulf our car. Not long ago, the car had gone a while without a wash and with three young children as passengers, it was desperate for a washing. That particular day, without my wits about me, I gave Katie the option of going or staying home. She seems to cling to me like velcro so I suppose the desire to be with Mom outweighed the fear of the Loch Ness car wash. I thought perhaps she had outgrown her fear, so we loaded up and headed toward the car wash.

She gave herself a few pep talks on the way attempting to convince herself that she was no longer scared of the car wash. "Me no scared car wash, Mommy?" she asked over and over. I assured her that there was nothing to be scared of and that she was safe in the car with me. As we pulled into the line though, her banter quickly changed to "No me go car wash, Mommy!" and she began to kick her legs and flail her arms. "No me go car wash, Mommy! Me go home!" she screamed as she quickly realized that the joy of being with Mom did not outweigh the fear of the car wash after all.
I seriously began questioning my parenting skills at this point and wondered why in the world I would give a two year old the option of going or staying home. Obviously I should have made that decision for her, but at this point, it was too late as we were already in the line and there was no turning back. The only option at this point was handing her to the car wash attendant and having him meet me on the other side, but that did not seem like a viable option, so I unbuckled her car seat, put her in my lap, and attempted to console her as we got closer and closer to the entrance. We made our way to the front of the line where the attendant stood pointing to a sign that advised us to put our car in neutral, take our foot off the brake, and take our hands off the steering wheel. Katie, certain that he could not possibly know what was best for her, held onto the steering wheel as tightly as she possibly could.

"No me go car wash, Mommy. No me go car wash, Mommy," she continually repeated. I spoke to her loudly over the noises of the car wash and continued to comfort her by explaining that the tentacle like strips could not come through the windshield and that we were safe in the car.
I knew that the car was a place of refuge for us, a bubble of protection from the tentacles and sprayers, and I knew that we would make it safely to the other side of the car wash. But her little two year old mind could not possibly understand that. She watched with eyes wide open as the strips beat relentlessly against the windows, moved back and forth over the windshield, and then disappeared over the back of the car. She was shaking as she moved her head quickly back and forth, waiting to see what the monster would do next.

About the time the sprayers moved into action, she decided that this experience was simply too much to bear, so she took her hands off the steering wheel, turned to face me, clinched my shirt with both hands and buried her head in my chest. It took a few seconds, but as she took her eyes off of the chaos surrounding her, she began to grow quiet, and her body gradually began to relax. She finally felt confident that she was safe in my arms.

We continued on through the sprayers and the drier, exited the car wash, and moved toward the vacuums. Sunlight flooded the car upon our exit, and Katie began to smile again saying, "No me scared car wash, Mommy?" As I parked my car and stepped out to begin vacuuming, something on the ground caught my eye. There was a thin plastic shrinky-dink-like rainbow that must have escaped the vacuum of a previous customer. Although it seemed somewhat unsanitary to pick up someone else's trash, for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to throw it away so I put it in my console and began vacuuming.

The rainbow took my thoughts to Noah and the ark. Just as I knew Katie was safe in my arms in the car in the midst of the chaos, God knew Noah was safe in his ark in the midst of the forty day storm. Noah was required to do nothing except build the ark and get in. The rest of the journey his boat was in neutral being carried by God to a place of safety. He did not have a rudder nor a steering wheel to hold onto. The only thing God gave him to hold onto was his faith in the God who created the storm.

I tend to think of the Old Testament figures as somewhat superhuman, but in reality Noah was no different than you or I. His faith was no stronger than yours or mine. My guess is he had moments of fear like Katie. I imagine in the worst of the forty day storm his thoughts must have been "Will the storm engulf me? Did I build this thing right? What if I messed up the dimensions? Will this be the wave that takes us under? Will this storm ever end?" In the midst of the sea, Noah had a choice just like we do. He could choose to focus on the storm and the what ifs or he could choose to turn, just as Katie did toward me in the car, and cling to God with all his might, trusting God to carry him to dry land. Noah did just that, and God delivered him from the storm just as He had promised and then set a rainbow in the sky promising to never flood the earth again.

Often, more like Katie and less like Noah, I sit with hands on the steering wheel, moving my head back and forth staring at the circumstances of life coming toward me. I lose faith that the car is a refuge, that God is carrying me. I want to ignore the advice of the One who says to me, "Put your car in neutral, take your foot off the brake and your hands off the steering wheel." I don't want to walk through the difficult things. I want to turn around and, like Katie, say to God "No me go car wash, Daddy!" But there is no turning the steering wheel as hard as I try, and to put on the brake would only prolong my time in the car wash, so at some point I must surrender, turn my face towards God, bury my head in his chest, and cling to him with all my might. I am forced to trust him in the midst of the circumstances and have faith that on the other side of the car wash, there is sunlight and a shrinky dink rainbow. There is hope in the midst of the storm because we know that the rainbow will come, and it will not be a shrinky dink one, but a huge and powerful promise that God is with us.

Just as Noah's storm cleansed the earth and the car wash cleanses the car, the trials that come my way have a way of cleansing me, a way of washing away my self sufficiency and forcing me to depend solely on the One who has greater purposes for me and his kingdom. In this life, things may come against our bodies, against our hearts, and against our minds, but instead of focusing on the monster inside the car wash, I must learn to focus on the rainbow on the other side, the promise that my spirit can never be destroyed. I will always pray for deliverance, but I will also pray that God will use whatever trials come my way to bring about greater dependence and wash away my flesh.

Father, cause me to listen to you when you motion to me to put my car in neutral, take my foot off the brake and my hands off the steering wheel. Cause me to trust that you will hold me in the midst of the storm and carry me safely to the other side. Thank you Lord that you use even the most mundane things to teach your children truth. You even designed the car wash to point us to you and bring you glory. Amen

Sunday, March 27, 2011

My Household

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Joshua 24:15 ...as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.

Rainbow Angel

9 x 12
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$225


Psalm 91:11 He will command his angels concerning you...

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Healing In Its Wings

Malachi 4:2 But for you who revere my name, the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its wings. And you will go out and leap like calves released from the stall.

This painting is my prayer for one of my childhood friends who recently lost her husband. She has two precious girls, named Nancy and Frances, who are 3 and 1, respectively. The morning before her husband passed away, Jarrell asked a friend to call to ask me to pray for her husband. I did not completely understand the gravity of the situation at the time. I only knew that she had asked me to pray, so I simply prayed for her husband to get well. The phrase "healing in its wings" kept running through my thoughts. I knew I had heard that phrase in scripture somewhere before but could not seem to place it. Although, I was not completely clear on what the phrase meant, I prayed that God would bring "healing in [his] wings." As dusk came though, her husband had only grown progressively worse.
I sat down to have a quick meal with my family before heading to the hospital to visit her. We have a small wooden box which belonged to my grandmother that sits in the center of our table. It is called God's Treasure Chest and is filled with small scripture cards which my children and I take turns choosing at meal times. That night, I randomly pulled a scripture card from the middle of the box, only to read the words, "But for you who revere my name, the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its wings." I almost fell out of my chair as the words rolled off my tongue, as God had just given me the same verse that he had given me that morning.
My hope was that healing would come for her husband on this earth, but he passed away in the early hours of that morning, leaving my friend with two young girls to raise without their father. I am still not completely sure why God brought that scripture to mind and then confirmed it through the treasure chest, but as I prayed through the scripture, this painting is the image He gave me for her precious family.
The calves represent her two girls. I pray that as Nancy and Frances grow, they would know, even in the absence of their father, that they have a heavenly Father who loves them more than any earthly father ever could. They have an amazing God fighting for them and for their loving mother. I pray that every time Jarrell looks at this painting that now hangs in her bedroom, she would feel the love of Christ and know she is never alone. Jesus is with her, and He will rise with healing in his wings. Amen

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Butterfly Tunic

24 x 36
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Luke 3:11 Whoever has two tunics should share with him who has none.


Saturday, January 15, 2011

I will follow you

Luke 9:57 As they were walking along the road, a man said to [Jesus], "I will follow you wherever you go."

When I was a child, one of our family traditions was quail hunting on winter weekends in south Georgia. We hunted by way of Tennessee walking horses, who for the most part were relatively docile and obedient. The one thing I noticed, though, was that even in the midst of the beautiful open fields and wooded areas, they were always inclined to head back towards the barn. If I let go of the reins and allowed them to steer themselves, their first inclination was not to run away to explore new pastures and fields, but to run straight towards what was comfortable and familiar, the barn.

Often in our walks with Christ, our hearts are similarly inclined. We forego the freedom of the pasture and the adventure in the woods for the comfort and safety of the stall. The horse in the painting above sits at the door of the stall, with halter on and lead nearby, ready to be led by his owner. Unintentionally, this painting turned out to be a picture of humility, a visual reminder of where our hearts should be when it relates to being led by our Savior.

Following Christ does not always feel like the "safest" place to be. The weather can be rough outside of the stall and we may be led to places we do not want to go and do things we do not desire to do, but allowing Christ to lead us out of our "safe places" is, in reality, the safest place for our souls. God is our refuge and our hiding place, not the man made stalls that we build around our hearts to guard them from the weather.

Father, lead me out of the stall. Let my halter always be on, ready to be led by you. Pull me out of my "safe places" and free my heart of the inclination to head back towards the barn. There is no greater adventure and no greater joy than being led by you. Lead me, Lord. "I will follow you wherever you go."

This painting was a birthday commission for a precious ten year old girl named Sally whose passion is horse back riding. Happy Birthday Sally! I pray that you would know that there is no greater adventure than following your Savior. I pray that when you are led into the pastures and forests in your walk with Christ, you would know that you are never alone. Your God is there leading and guiding you every step of the way. In Jesus Name. Amen.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Lord, Light My Path

12 x 16
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This is one of a pair of paintings I did for a woman and her sister who both wear rings that have the phrase, "Lord Light my Path" written on the inside of the ring. She wanted a pair of paintings depicting that phrase, one for her sister and one for herself.

When I think of the Lord lighting my path, I picture myself carrying a lantern that only illuminates what is right in front of me. More often than not, I cannot see what is at the end of the path. I am simply required to take small steps of obedience as he gradually illuminates the ground in front of me.

I painted the three legged stool without really thinking about any significance and then realized afterward that it is actually a neat picture of the Trinity. The three legs are separate but the stool is one, and it is all three parts of the trinity that hold our lantern and light our path. We must know him as Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. There is something about it that speaks to me about knowing him fully. Our paths are lighted as we grow in his Word, which causes us to know him more fully as Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

I pray for both of these women that God would light their paths and continue to guide and direct them throughout their lives. I pray that as He gradually illuminates their paths, He would give them the courage and strength to take those steps of obedience that God directs them to. And I pray that with each step they would know him more fully as the Father, the Son, and The Holy Spirit.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

You are Already Clean

14 x 24
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John 15:3 You are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you.

Whenever I sweep my kitchen floor, I use my grandmother's old broom and a cheap green dustpan that I purchased at the local grocery store. I am sure there are more progressive versions of the dustpan on the market, but I have never taken the time to search for one, so I just stick with what resides in my broom closet.
My method of sweeping entails sweeping up several different piles of dust and debris into different areas of the kitchen and then sweeping the piles into one large pile and attempting to sweep it into the dustpan. The majority of the matter sweeps easily into the pan, but there always seems to be a fine line of tiny particles and dust that just cannot make the ascent over the edge of the pan. Regardless of how hard I try, the smaller particles either lodge at the dustpan's edge or they slide right beneath my dustpan.
Pictured above is a painting of my broom and dustpan. While working on this painting, it still needed some finishing touches so I sat it in my entrance way to remind me to finish it. I tend to be somewhat of a procrastinator, so the painting sat there for several weeks. In the meantime, a woman came by to pick up her grandson who was over for a play date. She saw the painting and identified with it because she sweeps a lot. She then read the verse that says "You are already clean" and she kind of laughed and said, "Oh, I certainly don't think I am clean, but I do love the painting." I reminded her that she is clean if she knows Jesus, but I understood what she meant and could easily identify with her statement. More than any other truth in the Christian life, this is the one I seem to lose sight of the most. "You are already clean." "What?" I say to God. "It couldn't possibly be. I see the depths of the sin in my own life. How could I be clean?" As David said in Psalm 51, "For I know my transgressions and my sin is always before me." I see the pride, the self-centeredness, and all the transgressions that are "always before me." Then, if I am not constantly reminding myself of the gospel, I tend to forget what Jesus said in the book of John, "You are already clean..."
In my battle with sin, it can begin to seem as if there is a line of dust and debris that just cannot quite make it over the edge of God's dustpan. But then God, in his grace and mercy, says to me, through his word, that nothing could be farther from the truth, and he lovingly reminds me, "You are already clean. There is no line of dust left at the edge of my dustpan. Every speck, whether large or small, has been swept away. I have covered you in my righteousness and made you 'whiter than snow.'"
When I finish sweeping, I take the pan and empty it into the trashcan. The trashcan goes out, is dumped into a large truck, and is driven away. I will never see it again. I will never think about it again. I will never say, "Remember that pile of dirt I swept up the other day." I will not meditate on that dirt. In fact, as soon as it slides off the dustpan into the trash, I will never consider it nor remember it again.
The same is true of our sin if we are in Christ. Hebrews 8:12 says, "For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more." Psalm 103:10 says, "...as far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us." "You are already clean," he says "because of the word I have spoken to you."
Thank you, Father, that you have "already" made me clean. Thank you for that word "already" that reminds me that I am clean today, not tomorrow, not when I get to heaven, but "already." Thank you that even though I will always battle with sin in my flesh, you have made me a new creation, one that has already been swept perfectly clean. In Jesus Name. Amen.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Do Not Be Discouraged...


14 x 24
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Joshua 1:9 Do not be discouraged, for the Lord you God will be with you wherever you go.


Hen Party

8 x 10
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Philippians 4:2 ...agree with each other in the Lord

Wait for the Lord

16 x 16
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Psalm 27:14 Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.

Red Airplane

SoldEphesians 2:6 And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus.


Monday, November 15, 2010

Time Out Chair

15 x 24
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Hebrews 12:5-6 My son, do not make light of the Lord's discipline, and do not lose heart when he rebukes you, because the Lord disciplines those he loves, and he punishes everyone he accepts as a son.

I have had several requests to do another "Time Out Chair" since I kept the first one, so here it is pictured above. To read the thoughts behind this painting, please see the post labeled "Time Out Chair" from earlier in the year.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Under HIs Wings

SoldPsalm 91:4 He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge...

Peace I Leave With You

12 x 12
Available for Sale
$250
John 14:27 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

Garments of Salvation

8 x 13"
Available for Sale
$175

Isaiah 61:10 I delight greatly in the Lord; my soul rejoices in my God. For He has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness...

Friday, November 12, 2010

The Gift of Nora


Ephesians 3:20 Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine...

Growing up, I had the privilege of being raised in a family that stressed the importance of spending time with family. My mother's two sisters, who each had three children, lived within a couple of miles of us. There are 11 of us who are all first cousins, 8 of us who were all within 4 years of age of each other, and were raised alongside each other. They say it takes a village to raise a child, and my aunts and cousins were part of the "village" that raised me.
My grandfather, my mother's father, was a man who encouraged deep loyalty to family and family tradition. He gathered the boys together on Saturday mornings for pancake breakfasts, and all of us convened for hamburgers on Sunday nights whenever we were able. We spent Thanksgiving holidays together quail hunting in Cordele, Ga, learning to ride horses, searching for arrowheads, climbing trees, and eating good old fashioned southern cooking. We hunted Easter eggs together, traveled to the beach together, went to Braves games together, went to school together, and in general, spent the majority of our childhood together.
I cannot imagine the chaos that ensued for my mother and my aunts when all 8 children were under the age of five staying under one roof for the weekend. It occurred to me recently that it may not have been quite as much fun for them as it was for us, but I am so thankful they gave us all those memories together and the opportunity for each of us to really know and grow close to one another. Pictured below is a photo from 1978 of the eight of us who were born in the 70's.
(Left to right: Frank Prince, Gunby Garrard, Rachael Peek, Frank Garrard, Stuart Prince, Gardiner Garrard, John Waldrop, Helen Brooks)
(My three younger siblings are not pictured because they were not yet born, but they are, of course, equally as special to me!)

When we all grew older and began to go our separate ways, my grandfather encouraged all of us to stay in touch. He gathered all of our addresses and sent each one of us a list of them along with a letter encouraging us to write to one another. He spoke of the importance of family and staying connected. I cannot say that I have lived up to the challenges in that letter the way that I intended to, but I was reminded of his words while I was working on this painting for one of those cousins. Although distance and the busyness of life seems to keep us from gathering as often as we once did, I am so thankful for each one of them and the place they have each had in my life.
This painting was commissioned by my aunt for her son, my first cousin, Gunby, and his wife, Claudia for their daughter's first birthday. They have four precious boys, one of whom they lost during his wife's ninth month of pregnancy. Although nothing could erase the loss of their third son, God not only blessed them with another boy, but also gave them a daughter named Nora. When I first heard the news that Claudia was going to welcome a girl into her household full of boys, Ephesians 3:20 immediately came to mind, "Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to the power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus..." When I see little Nora, I am reminded of just that, that God is good, and that He is "able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine," and that everything he gives us is to cause us to lift our eyes to him and give him thanks and praise.
In the painting above, each chicken represents a member of Gunby and Claudia's family. The white chicken in the painting represents their precious baby who is now at home with his heavenly father, and of course, the pink chicken represents God's sweet gift of baby Nora. I am thankful for her life and thankful that our Lord is always "able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine." Father, thank you for family and thank you for the gift of Nora.