Two parents with three walking children and another on the woman's hip arrived at my monthly Visual Prayer workshop a couple months ago. The three older kids wanted to participate, the younger sat on a couch, watched, never made a sound.
I think (maybe) the mother thought it was just going to be a painting lesson. When I started explaining how to do Visual Prayer, the kids seemed excited...especially the youngest who immediately started painting zombies. At least I got through to the older two.
The mother went to the other side of the coffee shop where some of my paintings for sale are located. She pulled me aside, "That painting over there, the one with the 88 on it?"
"I have a painting with an 88 on it?"
She was already walking towards it, pulling me.
"This one," she pointed.
Oh yes...hope. But 88? And then I saw the circles I'd made did indeed form "88" in the bottom right. I apologized to her, that I hadn't realized those numbers were there.
"My nephew passed away last week," she said.
I put my hand on her arm, "I'm so sorry."
She told me his name, his story. He was young, so very young. During his suffering, his family clung to the word "hope" and "88" was a special number to the family. When she looked at the wall and saw my "Hope 88" painting, as she called it, she was beside herself.
I invited her to make a Visual Prayer for her sister. She wasn't ready. But she did come back the next month and she did make one for her sister. She also took "Hope 88" home.
Maybe people see what they want to see in my art. I like to believe the Holy Spirit guides me and uses my hands to do work only He can accomplish.
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~michelle pendergrass sits in awe and admiration of Jehovah Roi, The God Who Sees.