God Shed His Grace on Thee

America Flag Pageant

America, America…

And crown our good, once more, with brotherhood, O LORD…

from sea to shining sea…

Happy 4th, America!


I urge, then, first of all, that petitions, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for all people—  for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness.

~ 1 Timothy 2: 1-2 NIV


sat eve post 4th of july

I love the Turn of the Century Americana of this scene in Pollyanna (my drawing up top), where the entire town gathers in Disneyland-style 4th of July celebration picnicking… with booths displaying seas of watermelon and fresh corn on the cob bob, huge homemade cakes sell by the slab, men in white suits with striped shirts and straw hats and women in long gown and parasol meander, and Hayley Mills and chums gather on a gazebo bandstand to belt out America, America…  

If you are in the U.S. — how are you celebrating this day where you live?


© Pam Depoyan

“God shed His Grace on thee,”… inspired by a scene in Disney’s Pollyanna.  Stop in and browse here – now available for purchase here:  Fourth of July Americana and  Memorable Movie Moments We Cherish

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When you need a moment of refreshing…

 A Pretty Landscape Can Whisk You Away Like a Mini-Vacation Each Time You Look at It

England Oxford College

“Punting on the Magdalen,” River Cherwell at Magdalen College (University of Oxford), Oxford, England – now available in my newest gallery (to the right), European and UK Landscapes, Street Scenes (Full Pastel Color)


“Where is this place?” my friend asked, snatching up the print before I had a chance to show her.  “I think I’ve been there before!”

“I wondered if you had,” I smiled, knowing she once traveled quite a bit with her parents.  “It’s of England… Magdalen college at Oxford…”   


Join me for a jaunt over to England here to continue the story…




© Pam Depoyan

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A Table Set Before Us

What’s the best thing in the world?
June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;
Truth, not cruel to a friend;
Pleasure, not in haste to end;
Beauty, not self-decked and curled
Till its pride is over-plain;
Love, when, so, you’re loved again.
What’s the best thing in the world?
–Something out of it, I think.

~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

June rose


Wouldn’t it be fun if we could just imagine a place and be there?  

Wake to an indigo and gold morning rolling in from the sea along Italy’s Amalfi coast?




Breathe in the flower-shop glory set out by neighbors on a sunlit piazza in Positano… letting it linger long and lovely over us, like a breeze through a citrus grove…




Maybe wander around a peaceful part of Assisi, on such a floral-scented spring day…





If we could, maybe we’d stop and share hearts over lunch beneath a magenta umbrella arbor, much like this one…

Ponder with Elizabeth Browning what makes up the best and most refreshing and treasured moments in life… 

Bless the Lord together for leading us along paths of Hissomething out of this world – delights, setting a table of His Glory before us – in the midst of mockers on every side.

Turning our hearts from unworthy news to all that is lovely…worthy of praise…excellent… and beholding of light.


I’ve never been to Italy myself, but there is something in pictures that just whisks us across the Mediterranean, isn’t there?  🙂

Do these remind you today of a special place you’ve been,

  enjoy returning to in memory,

or imagine of journeys to come?

I’d love to hear of them…



© Pam Depoyan

Each of these drawings is from my newest “gallery” at Picture it in Pen and Ink… more being added each day.  Stop in and browse here – European and UK Landscapes, Street Scenes (Full Pastel Color) – to view more or purchase a print!

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Beyond Time

More than most years, to me, this spring feels like being led to a key glistening on the ground in a patch of melting snow one day –  and finding that key, slipping it into the lock of a suddenly revealed door in the wall, to an amazingly perfect fit!  And thrusting that door open to a sensational secret garden growing there all this time.

A garden not just growing higgledy-piggledy there, but planned just for you, for me.

I’ve long felt it was no coincidence that a pink dogwood was planted beside my front porch – not a yellow or a white of neighboring homes — years before I would own this little cottage.  A not random jewel of love thought ahead and designed with me in mind, by Someone knowing how those rosy buds could soar my spirit and fill me with thankfulness – set there before I would even come.

Only one year ago, that lovely tree appeared to be dying.  Bare and brittle branches stuck this way and that, the few blossoms that did come forth seemed papery, crinkly and withering before they even fully bloomed.  Nothing to be done, was the consensus of those in charge of the gardening.

Well…nothing that is but — speak to it in the way the Lord spoke to the fig tree sort of prayer, I thought.   So I did – calling it to LIFE and bloom once more.  A prayer maybe even sort of buried and forgotten under the snow until a few weeks ago when I saw the first new buds appear.

And appear and appear and appear.

Lush and overflowing, every branch covered.

OHHHH, I breathed every time I sat by the window and drank in that rose haloed glory.  For three whole weeks of intense bloom.

Coincidence?  Are there really any coincidences?   I don’t think so. 

Recently, I was thinking of my favorite teacher and a of moment in an over 40-year ago classroom when for some reason her birth date came up in class conversation, and how I had filed it away in my mind.   I think it struck me at the time because it was the same month and day as a popular holiday and as a kid I simply thought it was a cool day to be born.    Just one of thousands of everyday moments over three years of taking every class I could with her… yet that memory of a date “spoken offhandedly” somehow stayed with me.

Now, having been back in touch for the first time just this past year, I thought maybe I’d surprise her with a birthday email.

“I’m not sure if I’m just conjuring this up or if today really is your birthday,” I wrote, “but if it is, I just wanted to let you know I am thinking of you and wishing you a happy day!”

“Wow, you have some memory!” she wrote back almost instantly.  “You are right and I had even forgotten all about it today…”

I couldn’t help thinking that no one should forget their special day, and how if we lived close to each other, I’d have loved to stop by with a surprise birthday bouquet…

But then again… maybe, in a way, I had.  For in God’s time, He knew and arranged for the teen me to hear and take to heart that date, in that really non-standout classroom minute  — knowing that forty plus years later He could use that remembrance to touch someone with a bit of His heart…

I don’t know that she recognizes Him in it.  But the thought of God doing that — sitting with us in that classroom and planting that fact in me – keeping the memory of it alive there for just such a time as this — and all the while seeing so many years ahead to how it could become a blessing sent “out of the blue…” stuns me with the magnitude of His knowing us inside and out…

Somehow in the words behind her words, I feel it was a blessing needed.

Letting her know.  You are not only thought of, but specifically, uniquely remembered and cherished today.

And letting me know…just how wondrously He weaves the colors and threads of tapestry in our lives – even decades ahead.

Just because He is always thinking of us.

Beyond time.

Revealing His heart in the most un-imagined ways.

And creating ways for us be a part of it… one to the other.

©  Pam Depoyan

Have you seen God’s Hand in a way that makes you recognize something He planted years ago is now revealing His tapestry in and through your life today?  I’d love to hear your stories…


Inside The Child Corner of an English Garden drawing — above: mine.  This is one of several new full color pastels in my Bluebonnet gallery at Picture it in Pen and Ink.  (Please do not copy without permission. See my copyright info button on the sidebar.  :)

See More of My Full Color drawings celebrating the beautiful bluebonnets — in my newest gallery over here:


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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



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


©   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…


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







©   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.    


©   Pam Depoyan

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