Do you ever find the Presence of the Lord, a flooding of praise and thankfulness, flowing over you each time you come upon a simple grace or beauty around you?
The sudden burst of spring is one of those moments to me.
The anticipating of annual blooming of what I like to term “my trees” – little spots all round town that I’ve discovered over years of neighborhood walks or here, there, where I’ve laid claim to blossom trees of many varieties bursting into color splash. Some mauve and lacy like willows. Some full and round blossomed as pink carnations on a tree. I love returning to look for them each year. Back again, my beauties, I silently laugh… a bit of Anne Shirley style whimsy in my heart.
And sometimes, I find that wash of simple pleasure in Him just by walking into the space between my dining room and kitchen — in seeing anew, this white and blue treasure above my colonial-inspired sideboard… and pausing there to look up…
It makes me recall how several years ago, browsing in a local Bombay Company shop specializing in furniture and other decorative pieces of British flavor, I rounded a corner and came face to face with this exquisite piece…and gaped.
The image about 12×12, a print made to look like original oil on canvas, it perched upon an easel standing in the middle of a wide opening. To my eyes, it spoke of British paint strokes or perhaps New England…a portrait I’d never come across before. The kind of masterpiece unearthed from hidden troves of English manors, sweet-faced ancestor oils brought to the BBC version of Antiques Roadshow that always capture me. Unreasonably, I suddenly felt this one had been waiting just for me. Like family, at a railroad station.
I’d often traversed the aisles of The Bombay Company for one of a kind occasional tables, uniquely designed brass candlesticks, sconces and other small pieces that made great gifts or added just the panache of English charm I wanted my then apartment to exude. Though not cheap by any means, most things they displayed were affordable. if not just a slight extravagance. Now, transfixed by this endearing face, her Pollyanna-entrancing white lace frock, the bright touches of sky blue ribbons throughout, I held my breath.
Something in this child’s expression alternately reminded me of old photos of my mom as a child and at the same time, of my youngest cousin – in her naturally-forming Shirley Temple ringlets, wearing a not so different layered lace dress. Wandering in upon this painting like a beautiful garden behind a gate… I simply loved it.
The charm. The innocence and heart the painter captured. But — I sighed — other artwork in this place had always been so much beyond me. O Lord, I breathed silently. Is it possible you could make this one something I could afford?
Turning the price tag, I let my breath out slowly. For, fully framed in gold and silver molding, the price was… unbelievably… reasonable. Actually, it flabbergasted me. Had someone made a mistake?
For you, came a whisper inside me. A blessing.
In days when turns of life can seem overwhelming, dark or sorrowful, this is a remembrance on my walls. When I first bought my new home, I’d immediately placed it here in my mind… months before I moved in. A decade later, it still wafts over me with fresh breezes of His joy, each and every time I see it…and turns my face, like God’s hands upon my cheek, to blessing Him.
Whenever a distraught spirit over what seems hopeless or frustrating or too sorrowful sets upon me like a wolf, I remember… Giving in to dark thoughts actually feeds the enemy’s lies within us, festering, holding us captive! It sinks me in a quagmire…with every word I utter to it’s confirming.
Instead and contrary to how we naturally feel…It’s the words of thanksgiving to our God He gives us that disarm the enemy. O my soul, forget not all His benefits. He forgives my sins. He heals me. He crowns me with beauty and strength…
And so, coming upon this gem in a corner of my home sings into my soul till I have to let it out my mouth…
Thank you, Father, for beauty! Thank you for making me to see with your eyes…to receive and know blessing in even the simple lights of grace you prepare…just for us.
Thank you for home For warmth. For simple gifts in the everyday that lift our hearts to you.
Thank you for turning my lips to praise…to speaking out your promises as truth above and instead of talking how circumstances may present “facts”… and making me to remember to shake off the Deceiver by denying his claims by entering your courts with praise.
I will bless the Lord all my days.
But – he wheedles – how can you praise when this and this and this are happening?
Get packing! I purpose in authority of believer, declaring God’s word over all: Surely Goodness and Mercy follow me all the days of my life. Because of the Lord, I can say… I am the righteousness of God…and fear has no place in me…
In every moment, let us remind ourselves… His light floods in on wings of blessing His Name, and darkness flees.
© Pam Depoyan
Is there a corner of something beautiful, a remembrance spot in your home that makes your heart soar to blessing Him?
He made Christ who knew no sin to [judicially] be sin on our behalf, so that in Him we would become the righteousness of God [that is, we would be made acceptable to Him and placed in a right relationship with Him by His gracious lovingkindness].
~ 2 Corinthians 5:21, amplified
Painting shown: Marjorie, age 5 — by Britain Painter, George Hall Neale 1863 -1940
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