The breathings of my heart are included in the pages of my journals. My personal struggles in life and relationships, and my spiritual growing pains are recorded there, along with new revelations, joys and praises to the Lord. I've decided to share a few excerpts from entries in my journals. Today, a little breeze has taken my heart's breath and brought it here to you.
September 7, 1990
I have often tried to paint pictures, but somehow I want more meaning in them. I want to express you Father - but how do you paint love? How do you paint truth or wisdom or faith? Something happened to me yesterday afternoon. I visited the art gallery and was profoundly affected by the works of aboriginal artist, Colleen Cutschall. The exhibition was called, "Voice in the Blood," and her pieces used symbolism and imagery to express her native spirituality. I thought, "I want to paint my faith." Then in the evening I went to hear a travelling minister. We sang "Sweet, Sweet Anointing," and I desired you so much Lord.
The speaker began to prophecy to individuals. For me, he said, "You see things in pictures. Anyone can see a picture of Moses with his staff parting the Red Sea, but you see truth in pictures. God is going to show you how to draw and paint pictures of spiritual things, so others might see." So, Father, my heart, hands, head are submitted to you for your glory. In Jesus name, Amen.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006 - Jerusalem
|Entry to the Museum of Psalms|
I visited the Museum of Psalms today. Oh...oh....oh! As I was viewing the first painting, an elderly Jewish man asked if I would like some explanation about the paintings. I eagerly welcomed his help. He spoke with so much wisdom and love concerning the painting. I asked if all 150 paintings of the 150 Psalms had been created by one artist. He nodded. He went on to explain the meaning behind the colours and the Hebrew letters visible throughout the piece. Then he motioned to other paintings around the room on the walls and even on the ceiling.
He said, "And somehow I painted these by accident," and he gave a slight smile. I asked if I'd heard him correctly. He lowered his eyes and nodded. Then our eyes met, and I was overwhelmed by the beauty and the depth of the Spirit that HAD to be in this man to create the Word on canvas the way he had done. I was unable to contain my tears, though I didn't try that hard. I wanted to cry. I wanted to feel and sense the magnitude of the moment. He saw my emotion and said, "I understand. This can be emotional. Take a little time to sit or view alone." The tears just kept coming. The Lord gave me a word in 1990 that I would someday paint my faith.
November 25, 2006 - Jerusalem
Yesterday I went back to the Museum of Psalms. Moshe Tzvi Berger was glad to see me and invited me to sit on the small love seat across from his desk in the reception area. Then began a lovely conversation about his life and his reasons for painting. He spoke about his desire to share the loving kindness of God, whom he referred to as HaShem (The Name). He said his art speaks of HaShem's loving kindness.
|Psalm 146 - Hallelujah! Praise, O my soul the Eternal.|
I said I wished I lived in Israel, so I could learn more from Moshe. I knew he could teach me so much.
"I am not a teacher," he said. "I am an artist, and that's a different profession," but I had to wonder.
"Today I learned more things I needed to know, just by sitting with you awhile." I wanted to understand the heart of the creator of these masterpiece paintings.
Then he said, "More important than anything else - more important than art - more important than anything - is love. Without love, all else is useless. You must love your husband first, then your children, your family, and then others. When you love your husband, children, others, you show your love for HaShem. This is the one thing you MUST remember of all I've said today."
A journal is an incredible source for writing inspiration, and for faith building! The breathings of the heart in a journal are acts of writing, and that's what writers want to do!
|Here Comes the Son 2014|
12 x 16 Oil on Canvas -
Linda Aleta Tame