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Debts are paid while I faith art journal

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Debts are Paid by Nicole Plymesser Nelson

This is faith art journaling:  me thinking out loud on paper with paint.  🙂  This particular day it was in bright pink, turquoise and yellow.  It was layers of collage and paint.  It was notes all over the place as I contemplated.

This is what I love about faith art journaling.  I started with praying and confessing my sins.  Then Jesus whispered back to me, “Thank you for giving me those loads.  Thanks for paying your debts to me by confessing and spending time with me.  Now–no more worries, I have got this–I paid your debts to everyone.  Go do some work for me–tell others how much I love them, that I paid their debts too.  And really, all I want, is for you to Believe in me.  I know the rest will follow.  You will want to be a better person, so you will do better.  I look forward to seeing what you do and become with me leading!”

Really, that is pretty much what happens when I sit down to paint and play.  It is no wonder I want to do it every single morning.  That I want to spend more and more time with it.

Do you have a way that you sit and confess and talk it over with Jesus?  If not, you really should.  It is so nice.

If you want, you can join me in painting.  We started the Exodus study this week @biblestoriesfromtheheart.com  I am sharing tutorials on how to get started using art to respond to faith and life.  Who knows what God will whisper to you!  I’d love to have you join us.

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Make Your Journey Into Your Promised Land

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Make Your Journey into Your Promised Land by Nicole Plymesser Nelson

I am still thinking about the IF Conference. Still processing all they said, all I wrote down, and how it affected me.  Christine Caine spoke the second day and here are a few of the notes I took (I considered scanning and posting, but they were written furiously fast and messy, so here is a synopsis, and yes I used that many all caps):

*We are on the edge of the Promised Land.  How long have I been standing on the edge of the river Jordan?  Maybe in ankle, knee, or thigh deep?  I need to SUBMERGE and TRANSFORM.  God has a special place planned for me, here and in heaven.

*Past seasons are over and it is time to move on–I must be STRONG AND COURAGEOUS.  I must let go of what is dead and done–I must DISMOUNT THAT DEAD HORSE.  

*He says, “I am the God of I AM, not I WAS!!

**The call of God will be inconvenient and disruptive.  He is waiting on me to take the risk and trust that He will give me courage.  I need to embrace my place God has assigned me and be ready to serve.

I love love love the dead horse imagery!  Good thing I didn’t use that in the art, huh?

But it is sooooo true!  I have been holding onto a lot of baggage.  WHY?  Isn’t it silly?  Why would I allow one tiny season/comment/situation in my life define my WHOLE life?  Why???  I can learn from all those past experiences. I can remember the good ones that have shaped me.  But it might be time for me to cross over that river into the promised land.  God planned me with talents to do His work, and it just might be time.

What if Jesus came for me right now to take me to that promised place?  Would I be like, “Wait.  Just a sec, you are moving too fast–I have to drag all this SH*# with me!  I can’t leave it behind!  I’d rather do this other stuff!”

NO!  I would drop it all like a hot potato and run for His arms!  So why not do it in this life?  Every day as a Christian is another choice to believe, to follow, to serve.  Easter and spring always seem to refresh those choices.  Today I choose to step into my promised land.

As I am writing, I am scrolling back and forth to look at the art.  God is so cool–He helped me add in a whole slew of little symbols that I didn’t notice until now:  like the blue river Jordan on the right side, or the print of the doily that is sort of like a light shining, or the green butterfly fresh out of a cocoon ready to fly and be transformed.  Looking at the art makes me feel that much more ready.

 

 

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Holy Snow!

IMG_0006-001I say holy moly schmoly.  Sweet Niblets.  Cool Beans.  I do.  I say things like ooo, bad crashy crashy, bonkers, dude.  I know.  Can’t help myself.

This year I am saying HOLY SNOW!  I haven’t seen this much this often since our first year in Michigan.  At least with this much snow, I am feeling like the air is kind of cleaner and we can catch snowflakes on our tongues and not eat straight smog.

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oooh, she exploded

IMG_0015I did this one this fall.  I keep revisiting her and couldn’t decide to let her out in public?  Yep, I decided, might as well.  This is my Truth.  This is me growing and stretching to know myself and understand my story.  This is what I journal.  Not just the happy, not just the inspirational.  Sometimes I draw my cyclops self with blue hair and three fingers.

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