I stare at this blog like a deer in headlights!
Being intentional is quite difficult.
I went to something familiar...my artwork.
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The story of Pink Grace.
About nineteen years ago I found myself in a dark place. It was a place of rest yet I was so very tired. You were watched - every meal was noted - what you did or did not eat. You see not eating was a sign of depression.
Still it was in this place that God began to reveal my need for Him. I know God was there my entire life - showing me things here and there but it was in this place that I finally started to pay attention. Through my distorted view learned in Catholic and Lutheran church, college philosophy and feminist classes I began my journey to know Him.
At that time, I went from wondering why I had to pray to saints, to why I couldn't go directly to God, to I don't get this whole Jesus thing, to was God a woman and then the hey, wait a minute - maybe there is no God...
Still through all that muddled thinking He showed up in a book of prayers and a pair of pink, beaded socks.
The details are here: a.r. 1
Years later I came upon someone who needed to be reminded of love, generosity and grace. I remembered what it was like to receive those pink socks that I had admired - given to me freely. At first I didn't know what to make so I actually drew the socks. I scanned the socks - nothing looked right. Then I painted a little angelic type figure. I sent it to the person. I sent one to someone else and then to another. I decided Pink Grace would always be free - a gift.
The definition of Grace: The unmerited favor from God. Now God's grace is so much bigger, better and awesome than this little painting could ever think of being. It says in Ephesians 2:8 For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God...What an awesome gift.
I keep Pink Grace on my china cabinet so I can walk past her every day and remember God's grace for me...hat it is always available if I just notice.
ReplyDeleteI use mine as a bookmark, and I think about you everytime I open a book. That's a lot, too! :)
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