Not all signs have words.
This was a sign to say that it’s time for worship mob to commence and that you are on the right track.
Not all signs have words.
This was a sign to say that it’s time for worship mob to commence and that you are on the right track.
A couple of years ago I used to get annoyed when people would describe me as different or unusual. I don’t mean that I resist on being different but I was annoyed because for some reason this quality seemed to put me in a place where I was often made to feel underestimated. I do get it that people see me as a little quirky and I embrace that. It’s cool to be different.
So what was bothering me? As I mentioned before I often felt underestimated but in all fairness to others, I was underestimating myself.
When I started getting really poopy about this scenario I would simply go to God and ask Why am I getting so upset about this?? GRRRRR.
God heard my heart cry and began the healing process. Part of that was to just stop underestimating myself, to stop relishing in self-pity and embrace the quirky that God has made me to be.
I am quirky; hear me do heaps of stuff you never thought of doing………….ROAR
Today It doesn’t matter at all if I am underestimated as I know that my heart is healed. If I get judged, it’s okay. I saw a comical image of Jesus and he was saying to me “check this out Tamar, I’m dangling on the cross taking it all for you. everything babe, every false accusation, every nasty word that was directed your way, every stuff up you did and every soul crushing curse”.
I am free and my heart is full of joy. My Promotion comes from the favour of God and if God opens the door for me then no person can ever close it. I now move forward in confidence.
Just recently I have launched out and have begun to do prophetic drawings for other people.
What is Prophetic art?
What I consider to be prophetic art is where I create from God’s heart to bless the person whom I am creating for. I’m not the only one doing this kind of thing. Here is what others say about prophetic art’ Worship Studio, Prophetic Artists, Daniel Vogler and many more.
My journey as an artist began as a small child and I have always considered myself an artist. When I was 17 I came to the Lord and found a whole new and wonderful life to live. When it came to God and art I always saw the connection but I never saw myself as a Christian artist. I have always seen myself as an artist who loves God. Yes, there is a difference 🙂
A number of years ago I painted my first prophetic painting at church (You can read about it here) and I had no idea that it was prophetic until a few years later when one of our elders mentioned it. Oh yeah, that’s prophetic!!! So that was in front of a church and a word in season but what about individuals?
So strangely at the end of last year I had a compulsion to draw this picture about one of my friends
My friend is the one who is flying and I had no intention of ever showing him the picture until I had another sudden urge to show him. The very next day I received a word saying that I will paint pictures that will bring healing to the person I have painted for. Things are heating up people!!!
So I began the journey after one of my friends asked me for one
I then thought that I would draw a picture for the newly appointed elders of our church.
It’s important to note that this is not my style of art, yet it is a thoroughly enjoyable way to be creative. I think about the person and ask God what I should draw. I then get an image. Once I start the first part of the picture the rest just flows and God gives me an encouraging word for the recipient. I also pray that what I drawing will mean something to the receiver and that it indeed shall bring a healing to them that is supernatural. This really is an exciting way to do art. I love it.
Today I drew another picture for someone. While I was drawing this I was reflecting on a word I had received the night before from one of our elders. she saw me giving away daisy’s to people. Oh yeah…..love that word. I then had a sudden Holy Ghost thought “I should draw daisy’s and give them away” So I did!!
I gave these two to the cafe workers who serve me coffee all the time.
I’m so loving doing all this creative stuff.
This is just the beginning of an exciting journey and I am struggling to put into words but I’ll try because I want to keep a record of this awesome wave I am on.
I’ll shall keep you all posted.
Recently I have found it very difficult to put words down. Even in my journal where nothing is viewed except me, I have struggled to just write the words that bubble in my brain. It seems a bit of a shame, as so many great things are happening in my life right now. It’s as though I am living the dream.
What is the dream?
To be happy
Look at me I am happy
There has been an increased revelation of God’s love for me where I have learnt to just believe what God says about me as truth and to stop carrying on about what I am not.
I have a lovely family. I have a garden. I have chooks. I have peace. I have friends. I have the favour of God. I have pink hair. I have creativity. I have the abundance of God. I have joy
As words seemed to escape me of late let me show you what adventures I have experienced this recent month.
Our girls lay eggs
Our worship team have been meeting to write our own songs. We have become home-grown.
We are doing a pantomime at the community garden
I got to play dress ups for the panto
I got my hair dyed pink
We have baby chickens
Received sponsorship for the panto from Shellharbour City Council
I got an opportunity to create prophetic drawings for our newly appointed elders
What further things can I add? So many great things that probably don’t need words, or the words are in my head mixed with joy and excitement that it’s difficult to express with just words. May my pictures, body language and how I go about my daily life tell the story.
Before I sign off let me just share this video of me as Penelopen. Hope you enjoy it 🙂
What we see with our eyes can sometimes be completely different from what we see with our heads. This came to me as I read this article,
The writer, Brooke explains how she boarded a busy train, sat with three aboriginal men and had a friendly encounter. When the men got off the train, a group of ladies got out their knives and made out how terrible it was for that poor lady to have such an encounter. Brooke then promptly puts the racist persons in their place.
I found this astonishing as,
Could those ladies not see how much fun Brooke was having? By the sound of the recap, I wished that I was there joining in the conversation. What made these onlookers think that Brooke was in any way concerned for her own welfare?
It is obvious that they were seeing through their racist filtered minds and could not clearly view the reality of the situation. How sad for them, as they make such judgements therefore missing out on meeting good and interesting people. Pathetic too, as clearly racism is an insidious evil that rejects people by just their look, colour and way of being.
We have more than one set of eyes. How do you want to view the world? What is your filter?
I hope that my eyes sees that each person is one who has been fearfully and wonderfully created by a loving God and if I get it wrong I hope that God will give me a big kick up the bum!
This morning as I was walking to coffee I spotted an awesome sight. It gave me so much excitement that I crossed the road to take pictures.
Why is this so exciting? Or why should this deliver me some hope?
In the wake of our recent budget announcement there is a lot of discouragement within the community that I belong to. Even before the budget announcement there was a general discouragement that had tried to set camp in the community sector. So many people don’t even know if they will have a job in the near future due to cuts to funding.
Although I spent a day feeling great sadness for the future, I decided to turn my eyes up and put my trust in Jesus and found this comforting scripture in Job 5: 15-16 He saves the needy from the sword in their mouth; he saves them from the clutches of the powerful.So the poor have hope,and injustice shuts its mouth.
So why does this give me hope? Get to the point Tamar!
This image gives me hope as it shows me that someone is partaking in creativity instead of vandalism. Somebody in the community decided to have some fun engaging in a productive activity instead of mindless violence.
In an area where one often witnesses abandoned shopping trolleys, broken glass, human faeces, syringes, burnt rubbish and general waste the sight of this was like a beacon in the dark.
It’s symbolic of a hopeful future. Lets not give of on hope people. The future is bright.
For some time now, I have shed a lot of activities from my life and as a result I seem to be in a more happy and calm place.
Last year I was struggling to keep up with my study work load and as a result had failed five assignments and a subject. When I decided not to continue my studies a burden was lifted off me and even my son told me the next day “mummy, I’m happy”.
I look back at all the things I was doing and wonder How was I doing it all?
I don’t think I realised how demanding it is to bring up a child who has a disability and I underestimated the emotional toll that it takes. I’m not resentful of this because my son is one of the biggest joys to our lives, however I just have come to recognise what it takes to get through this marathon with your sanity intact.
I’m not allowing myself to be put under any unnecessary pressure and as a result life is just so much better.
I don’t care much for ambitious thoughts right now as what do I have to prove? I have nothing to prove to myself or to anyone, I just am. I am me. I am loved and I have been created by God for good purposes. What is my purpose? Right now it’s to nurture my family and take care of my emotional life.
I think that’s a good start 🙂
My ambition, is to be a disciple of Jesus and that’s not to difficult as hanging out with Jesus is very rewarding. My joy, is just smiling at the world and being grateful for my life. My sanity, in tact!!!
Last month the chariots of fire came and took our pastor from us and although we are sad to say good-bye we rejoice in the fact that he no longer is suffering.
He was a kind man who taught us what a pastor really is. I have learnt that a pastor is one who looks after the people and is a servant rather than the other way around. Unfortunately in my pentecostal/charismatic background I have been taught that we, the people are here to support the pastors vision and for many years was indoctrinated by those thoughts. Jesus said “if you want to be great then you must become the servant of all” Matt 20:26
Kimbo taught us that love never fails, that kindness is strong and humility is powerful. What a great legacy he has left for us and may we all be better servants of Christ for knowing our dear friend Kim Iredale.
Today I decided to take the morning easy, as for the past three days were a bit strenuous and I needed a bit of a rest. I watered my garden, did some reading and cooked a gourmet breakfast courtesy of the Community Garden.
However my happy feelings turned to anxiety in the lead up to my job search network appointment. Then it was tears…boo hooo.
Feelings of being overwhelmed just flooded over me, or dumped on me. I cried because my son needs his eyes checked, he needs another sleep study, I can’t get formal respite, he needs to go the cleft palate clinic, he has a limited diet, he’s not disabled enough for me to get carers payment, blah blah blah blah.
When I went in for my appointment I burst into tears. The young lady was very good and encouraged me to get a Doctors certificate and sent me up the Centerlink to chat with the case coordination peeps! By then I was feeling good again as I was able to obtain more contacts that could possibly help me.
I then went and had coffee and the girl at Gloria Jeans asked me how my day was and I explained my day to her. There was a new chap working there and he just happened to work for a disability service provider and willingly gave me yet another contact for me. I then went to the bank and the lady told me that if I opened a savings account, the bank will donate $10 to start it off.
Lets just say the day got better and better and I’m feeling the hope again. It’s like God was saying “It’s all going to be okay”.
Yesterday our church, Grace Church experienced something special and significant as our Senior Pastors Kim and Maggie laid hands on the associate Pastors Eugene and Angie and prayed that they would receive a double portion of what they have. The inspiration for this comes from 2 Kings 2: 1-15.
For the past four years Kim and Maggie with Eugene and Angie have run the church with love and grace that have caused many of us to call each other family. Two years ago Kim received the bad news of cancer and the prognosis was not good, yet two years later he is still alive, where according to doctors he shouldn’t still be here.
We are all believing for a miracle for his complete healing, however the manifestation of that healing hasn’t yet emerged. As we do not know our future we trust in God and out of obedience to the Holy Spirit the leadership heard and as a result, Sunday happened.
In the event of the worse case scenario occurring and our dearest Kim is taken, then we the church will be okay. We will miss him but as a result of Sunday we know that the transition will be a smooth one. Kim and Maggie are not going anywhere as they still will be senior Pastors but the assurance of the future that our church will be fine what ever the outcome.
Last night I was reflecting and I asked the Lord “Are the chariots of fire coming soon?”
We don’t know what is going to happen but we will not give up hope. We have a cry, grieve and believe again. Cancer is nasty but God is bigger and more powerful that what ever happens to Kim God has the victory forever and ever amen!!