RECENT ARTWORK - A QUICK LOOK:



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UPCOMING SCHEDULE - A QUICK LOOK:

JULY 2014:
EVERY TUESDAY - LEADING SOAKING AT THE WORSHIP CENTER IN DURHAM
JULY 25 - PAINTING DURING DON POTTER - TALIA BASSMENT CLUB,
NORTH WILKESBORO, NC

AUGUST 2014:
EVERY TUESDAY - LEADING SOAKING AT THE WORSHIP CENTER IN DURHAM
AUGUST 28-30 - PAINTING DURING CONFERENCE WITH HEIDI & ROLLAND BAKER,
RANDY CLARK, AND DUNCAN SMITH - THE WORSHIP CENTER, DURHAM, NC

SEPTEMBER 2014:
EVERY TUESDAY - LEADING SOAKING AT THE WORSHIP CENTER IN DURHAM
SEPTEMBER 6-7 - FEATURED ARTIST/STUDIO TOUR W/ ENCAUSTIC DEMO FOR
THE TOUR OF ARTISTS 2014 - WAKE FOREST, NC

OCTOBER 2014:
EVERY TUESDAY - LEADING SOAKING AT THE WORSHIP CENTER IN DURHAM
OCTOBER 24-26 - LEADING WORSHIP FOR THE CATALYSTS FOR CONVERGENCE
CONFERENCE W/ PASTOR BILL PERDUE, RIVER OF LIFE CHURCH- RALEIGH, NC




PLEASE SEE SCHEDULE LINK FOR DETAILS & ADDITIONAL UPCOMING DATES



I am intently thankful for the Lord's saving love. My life looked calm on the outside, but on the inside, my heart was in relentless turmoil. The world was doing a pretty good job of reminding me at every juncture that it thought I didn't have much to offer. I quietly fought back by removing myself from the mix. My thought was that if nobody could see or hear me, then I would more or less disappear from being a target. I got to that point where I was severely isolated away, deep inside of myself, and spending longer and longer lengths of time laying still in a pitch black room was my normal. I was the girl in the glass house; only I wasn't throwing stones, I was looking at life from the outside instead of being an active member. I wasn't the person I knew anymore, but a shell of who I used to be and thought I was meant to be. I finally came to that place where I was done. DONE. I couldn't take it anymore; the self-loathing, the deep wounding, the hopelessness. The more I thought about the walls I had in my life, the more I came to realize that whatever the walls may be, they could either smother me into a silent, deathly prison, or give me the rocks to climb out of the darkness. I didn't exactly walk into my walls head on. I made them, despite all the good sense I knew I had. 

So this Jesus - this Jesus I never really knew at anything more than face or hymn value from a spattering of random experiences growing up, came to visit me one night as I curled up at the base of my biggest wall. I felt the peace of His presence fill my bedroom and wrap a tangible love around me. I had never felt that kind of awareness of His awareness of me as I did that night. I don't say this lightly - I owe everything to this turning point that reshaped my will, and changed my course. It was Jesus, or it was death. I chose Jesus. And Jesus chose his death so that I could have life.

Twenty years of walking this out, discovering passions that have been dormant and new ones I hadn't even considered before, here I am with all my shortcomings and wonderful strengths. But I'm in the land of the living and thriving, and I'm alive, at peace, and stirred to keep on keeping on. 

I'm grateful that you've found me. I pray that I've been a blessing to you in some way, and that His words have ministered to your spirit and left life, and hope. 

God Bless, and I mean that.


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