The whole process of this piece of art was
intimate communion with God. It all started while I was worshipping Him,
when He put the picture of dancing worshippers in my head. Even as I
drew the figures and then carved the block, I felt His presence all
around me. When I began printing the block out, I felt this holy
presence as I worked.
Art is truly an act of worship.
As the dancing ladies took their place on the paper, their raised hands
expressed what is deep in my heart.
I rolled up the print and took it to a
local art supply store to get it framed. The store often has custom
framing sales and I was hoping I would be able to take advantage of
that, but they weren't having a sale when I needed the frame. I browsed
the frame department and decided to do it myself. I put the frame in the
cart along with the rolled up print, and did some more shopping. I paid
for my purchases and went on my way doing some more errands around town.
I finally got home and was helping unload the car, I realized that I had
left the rolled up print at the art store. I called them right away and
they started searching the store. My husband and I took off immediately
to the art store ourselves... but to no avail. No print. Someone had
found it and probably took it home with them.
I had poured a lot of thought, prayer,
planning and time into that one piece of paper. I keep reminding myself
that it was just a piece of paper. My husband reminded me that it was a
print, and I can make another one. Still, a part of me is lost. It was
an original creation.
Then, a few weeks later
I received this email:
“...you had set up your
art work in the foyer of the church, and I was standing in front of the
dancing ladies and thinking to myself, 'this seems so familiar'.....
like I had seen it before.
Of course being as I am,
it stayed with me and kept nagging at the back of my mind for days
after.
I had picked up the
brochure of your stories/testimonies that day, but didn't actually read
it until at least a week later.
I read ... explaining
the lost first dancing ladies at the store, and I nearly fainted! The
Lord immediately brought back the memory, quite vividly, of standing
behind a woman at the check out ... I was watching her laying the things
she was going to purchase on the counter.
And there it was! Your
dancing ladies!! I remember thinking 'wow that is really lovely'.
.... and asked if there
where any more. She said she had found it in her basket!! She said she
was so thrilled to have found it, because she had been looking for
something special for her living room wall and this was definitely it!
She said she it made her feel free and happy when she saw it. (She also
mentioned that it looked like a real piece of artwork because it was
signed!)
I don't know how much
she paid for it, or how the store figured out what to charge...
A thought came to me ...
that just maybe the dancing ladies are meant to be shared with the
world........ It is such a joyful wonderful print. “
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