Being Loved at Annie’s Place

So the goats are gone, the socks don’t flop and it seemed it was the end of the Floppysocks era, the book-writing era. My books are not on the New York Times best-seller list, and are somewhere in the 8 milllionth ranking on amazon ….Which is fine in most ways, the Lord being in charge of all things and such.

Yet sometimes they are being read in the neatest of places… Like Annie’s place.

Annie’s Place is a safe place for children to be, baking cookies, painting their own outdoor area with happy colors, reading books. Annie’s Place is a warm place, with a porch swing, hummingbird feeders, a new juicer and a loving, listening hostess. She gives love to these children, in a most sincere way. God made her able to do that, making her (in my view), a very special vessel.

And He made a couple of other very special “vessels” who came recently into my life through Annie’s love and those very rare books at Annie’s Place.

 

 

 

I was truly blessed to receive this gift through these young men’s willingness to be photographed with books I had been part of. It was very good to hear that they read them together with a friend, talked about them and that they meant something to them. They said, “We love your books.” I wanted them to know that at that moment for me, this was a great encouragement.

Why did these boys run into these unknown books?… except the Lord is in charge of all things and such.

Annie told me what fine young men these boys are. They have a future and hope. It is wonderful to see what God has made in each child, who He has made them to be and become. I love how He brings a special friend at the right time that we can trust, who gives us an open door to know Jesus, and mayhaps, some very rare books.

Thank you for these pictures.

 

 

Another’s Seasons of Passing Through

Lately I questioned creating without showing the work. It was a retirement experience, yet art does not retire. I am grateful. Every day there is still the work to listen to and work on.

It is a happy gift to realize when someone tells you your art has affected their life, that the Lord has – through His grace – worked through the work to touch another human being. Either as creating artists or sharers in viewing, there is a quiet sweetness knowing that we have listened, and we are heard.

This is most of a message received recently:  “I am familiar with your work… I purchased a painting of a chair facing a fence. You said it was part of a series painted when you had faced several personal losses. This email is in reference to two other pieces in this series depicting a woman sitting in a rocker and a second one where the woman is standing holding one arm – …

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The Empty Chair – Oils

Currently in my life there seem to be lot of things going nowhere and I remembered these paintings. I told you at the time that what I saw in those pictures was hope; a person who was tired, even very sad. Someone who just had to stop for a while and let the feelings of sadness, loss, despair, weariness pass over – but someone who would pick up and move on. Life was not over, just a season that must be lived through. A place all of us experience at least once in our lives.

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Title – 36″x 48″- Oil

Today, during a time of prayer, those two pictures came vividly to my mind. They ministered hope and encouragement that brought tears to my eyes and a joy to my heart. I was hoping to find pictures of them online. Failing that, I found a way to contact you and let you know just how much they ministered to me. I love my picture of the chair. When I look at it I see hope, faith, expectation. Thank you Jean for sharing your life in your art.”

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“The Empty Nester” – 24″x 48″ – Oil

I thank you for your letter – it is a very encouraging blessing to me – a reminder that we really are “passing through” a place that is not our home …. and difficult times that build “an eternal weight of glory.” That we have our expectation in Christ.

It seems that all three paintings were prepared for my first one man show, entitled “Passing Through – Seasons of Mid-Life.” Amen. Passing seasons…

“The Empty Chair” is in a private collection in Arizona, Sadness is in Washington State, and “The Empty Nester” is in a private collection in Arizona.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Following the Work

There are pieces that want to be painted. They literally show you what they are, and we become a servant to the work. This was one of those.

The vertical climb of the Hope above the flying seagulls lifts one’s soul from the earth, to a more beautiful place.

I loved spending time with the Lord in this piece, a reflection of a part of my time staying in a more primitive cabin next to a small lake, healing, learning, remembering.

Layer by layer, I followed the work, and then the seagulls began to fly.

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Rising, Like Hope  – 18″x 36″ – Oil

“Rising, Like Hope” was a piece in my first one man art show, along with Empty Nester and Earl’s painting – there were around 20 paintings there. Most were seeking Hope.

The painting went home with a man who purchased it from that show, we had our photo taken together in front of the painting. I was pleased it went home with someone who truly knew how to rise. It is a piece I hope I see again.