A Rose for you on Mom’s Day

Nobody knows this little Rose —
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it —
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey —
On its breast to lie —
Only a Bird will wonder —
Only a Breeze will sigh —
Ah Little Rose — how easy
For such as thee to die!

~ Emily Dickinson

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To Mom, who walks in the Garden of all gardens…

and to all of you,

Happy Mother’s Day!

 “Most of all the other beautiful things in life come by twos and threes by dozens and hundreds. Plenty of roses, stars, sunsets, rainbows, brothers, and sisters, aunts and cousins, but only one mother in the whole world.”

— Kate Douglas Wiggin

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©   Pam Depoyan

“In the Garden with Blue Enchantment,” , little child drawing above: mine.  (Please do not copy without permission. See my copyright info button on the sidebar.  :)  ) 

Celebrating moms, you can see this child portrait and more like it here: https://pamdepoyanblog.wordpress.com/2016/01/11/a-little-communique-spot-2/

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Oh Baby! Celebrating Moms and the Merry Month of May

Baby with Bonnett

“No,” she responded, after considering my using one of her photos as a “model” for a baby portrait idea and running it by the child’s parents.   I wasn’t soliciting a commission, simply admiring the sweet snapshot for something I wanted to create… just for the joy of it… but it wasn’t to be.

I couldn’t help slumping shoulders a bit as I read the answering email, because I’d loved the unusual shape of the baby girl’s eyes, her cute and wobbly smile beneath the old-fashioned cream bonnet, and my fingers itched to draw them.  I thought then of all my favorite artists of the vintage magazine era… all those charming, fresh-faced children they painted… and wondered if they, like Norman Rockwell, had simply invited their community of friends and acquaintances in to be models to their inspiration.   And how many “no’s” might have been sprinkled in among the “sure‘s!”   I thought I could see some of the same child subjects recurring in various scenes they’d painted, and for that, I love the people who said “yes,”  intriguing the storyteller in me… and giving me the pleasure of so many of those favorite paintings!

“Ah well,” I thought – “Maybe I can find a similar style photo to work from…”  I pondered.  Until I’d spotted the one in question, I hadn’t been on the tack of adding to my baby portrait gallery, not having any such commissioned pieces at the moment, but now the anonymous little one in ruffles and bonnet had inspired me afresh…

Mm… sometimes God can use a “no” to lead us on to even more gems than we’d yet envisioned.

For if not for that “no,” I might not have searched further — or found such other lovelies I’d long to put into illustration…

Then as I looked… there it was – the photo that inspired this new bonneted lassie – and I was smitten all over again!   Oh! That crisp white eyelet!  I love this little girl’s unusual almond-shaped eyes –  they even reminded me of the curve of lovely little birds as I drew them.  And more than just a smile for the camera, I like the wondering look on her face, as someone caught her naturally.   In her pretty white ruffles, she also reminds me of my mom creating spring dresses for my sister and I… and the familiar hum of her sewing machine in the background of so many of my childhood memories…

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Continued over here… won’t you join me for the rest of this story and a May basket of baby joy?

🙂

https://pamdepoyanblog.wordpress.com/2016/01/11/a-little-communique-spot-2/

 

 

 

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©   Pam Depoyan

In My Eyelet Bonnet, little girl drawing above: mine.  (Please do not copy without permission. See my copyright info button on the sidebar.  :)  )

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Bright Promise

A few warm days arrive like hoped for but early guests, and the pear trees burst into bloom with studded branches of blossoms, flocked as if with snowy white clouds dropped from the sky.  They fragrance the circle here deliciously, sparkle and glow and turn in the sunlight casting glory into my room throughout the day in varying shades of  clean and bright and fresh hope.

I love the waving stars and stripes dotting porches here, there.  The splash of heathery pink cherry blossom against the white scalloped lattice work of a porch across the way.   The feathered green hint of leaves appearing in the trees high above rooftops, lifting heads against azure sky… the rounding buds of dogwood now appearing.  All lift me out of blue clouds that seem to want to perch on my spirit and deflate.

Sometimes jewels are hidden in plain sight and we just don’t see until we lean in — gems like the tiny blue-tinted bud vases on the windowsill above, lit from within by snowy reflection.

Hold on, He says.  I’m just beginning to paint a new spring.  Don’t give up declaring and standing in the Word I put in your mouth.  Light…life…healing…  All is bright with My Promise that never fails.    

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©   Pam Depoyan

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An Easter tale to hearken us to Sunday

Finding the endearing photo that inspired this drawing spun a bit of my imagination to how this long ago image might have come about…  🙂

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Quickly, lightly, she tripped down the staircase, reveling in the swish swish of her lacy new dress, happy to be up and ready to await the others.  There was something so fresh, so quiet and enchanting about a new and early morning… like coming upon the first spring crocus blooming up out of the hardened brown earth… making her long to be its discoverer.

The east-facing living room had a soft air to it, a whispery feeling of secret messages yet to be told in the day and a bell-like brightness, like a brook on a rain-washed morn; someone had opened the windows so that the breeze was now billowing the sheers — where together with the sunlight flickering through them — they danced higher and higher the way music does in cathedral rafters.   It was a sweet, lovely, clean breeze that brought in the song of the birds and the rustling leaves beyond.

Above this, the mantel clock chimed, a lovely foretelling of chapel bells soon to be ringing alleluias, but it was the fragrance so filling the room now that beckoned her come, catching and soaring her heart as kite to wind.  Fragrance like a Presence of Glory.

It was then she felt it most, this Eastery, shivery, ripple-y joy.

And pulling a stool near the tall vase scrolled in blue and white birds and flowers, she leaned in to cradle and breathe in the scented blooms in her hands.

“Good morning beauties!” she couldn’t help greeting them aloud.

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See two more portraits of this little girl at my Picture it in Pen and Ink blog,  All Things Childhood

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May the Fragrance of His Beauty

fill your hearts and home this Easter!

©   Pam Depoyan

Heaven Scent, little girl drawing above: mine.  (Please do not copy without permission. See my copyright info button on the sidebar.  :)  ) 

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Song for this Holy Tuesday

Writing... Apples of Gold

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The Lord, our “Rose of Sharon”

Have you ever been halfway listening to someone ministering the Word, when all of a sudden something you may have heard multitudinous times wings fresh wonder and stops you in Holy Spirit revelation?  So it was when I heard someone exuberantly teach the other morn as he scripturally laid out various blessings God has made us heirs to…here and now…through the Lamb of God who was slain, our Rose of Sharon:

“He has made His very Name…Jesus, Name above all Names… to be our inheritance!” 

The Holy Spirit-imbued power behind His Name.  The Name that conquers not some, but every evil wielded against us.  Bought us healing and deliverance at the cross.  Softens the hardest heart.

Words filled my thoughts almost unbidden.  Words echoing the promise given to the disciples and thus to us who are living for Him:  My children do not nearly…

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Love Song

Writing... Apples of Gold

                       See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands…                          – Isaiah 49:16

Have you ever found yourself singing along to a popular love song on radio and finding… with just a tiny tweak… it becomes a song of praise to the One who created romance?

Today, as I joined in Easter worship at church…something about the alleluia joy reminded me… God is there in all that is lovely, beautiful…and yes, even in the romantic. Most especially in music.

And the Spirit brushed a memory across my heart.  Times when I’ve been tooling down the road in my car, singing everyday love songs as though to Him.  And how He loves that. 

Songs like Rodgers and Hammerstein’s…

Some Enchanted Evening
when You Find Your True Love,
when You Feel Him Call You
across A…

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How Excellent Is His Name

Writing... Apples of Gold

The Lord himself is my inheritance, my prize.

He is my food and drink [cup of blessing],

my highest joy! He guards all that is mine.

~ Psalm 16:5, Living Bible [Parenthesis mine]

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The other night, I was trying to remember the name of a musician and his music I once heard played on radio. He’d been singing a hauntingly beautiful, Hebrew-sounding song I recognized as pure Psalm – one that swept me back to days of my childhood and so many of our dear Jewish friends so deeply woven into our lives.  How often had we broken the Challah bread of friendship over laughter and song.  Sharing joy in our choirs, their cantors.  Holy God We Praise Thy Name and Adonai, Adonai...  They – sharing in our faith-filled occasions.  We – made honorary part of their Bar Mitzvah celebrations.  One or two who came to love Yeshua as…

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