God Heard Me Crying
the Story Behind the Painting
I was in a dark place, at the point of disrepair. The tempter whispered in my ear “What good are your prayers when she has the freedom of choice.” For weeks I could not see beyond the lie.
Finally I cried out to God. I told Him my pain, my fears and yes, my doubts. I knew it would be silly to think I could hide the fact from Him.
How often I hear “If the Pastor hadn’t said such”, “If her teacher hadn’t taught…” there’s a thousand excuses if there is one. I was no different. Then the thought occurred to me, “What if I am the one in the way?” That chilled me! I knew what I must do.
There is one pleasure I have never denied myself, and that is to buy a new journal. I take care selecting the right one, and this day was no exception. I made my purchase and for the next two weeks I spent hours scouring my Bible for promises that I could claim for my children and recorded them in my new journal.
Promises that had never occurred to me to claim in this context before, took on a new meaning. I began to insert our children’s names into them praying over them as I did. As the pages filled a change began to take place in me, and peace flooded my heart.
Like anything exciting you want to tell your friends. I soon realized that there are thousands of mothers and fathers hiding deep worry and sorrow regarding the salvation of their children.
Within weeks I began the paintings for an interactive journal containing those promises. The project took me over two years to complete. I am happy to say that during that time I witnessed many direct miracles in answer to these very promises. There is not only comfort but POWER in the promises of God!
…our merciful Father and the source of all comfort.
He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others.
When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the
same comfort God has given us. 1 Corinthians 1:3 & 4 NLT
“You Heard Me Crying For My Daughter” and “You Heard Me Crying For My Son” are available at the following links: