The Black & White Diaries.

Black and white is simple. There are no rules or boundaries, other than other colors with black and white. In this season, that’s what I need, a black and white clarity.  I don’t know how I’ll get it, but it’s coming for me. Until it does, I draw what’s on my black and white heart.

“When all means fail — His love prevails.”

Rest In Peace to a amazing man of God, Pastor David Wilkerson.  

In this blog, I wanted to post up Pastor Wilkerson’s latest blog, updated on the day , of his death, April 27, 2011. It is titled:

WHEN ALL MEANS FAIL

“To believe when all means fail is exceedingly pleasing to God and is most acceptable. Jesus said to Thomas, “You have believed because you have seen, but blessed are those that do believe and have not seen” (John 20:29).

Blessed are those who believe when there is no evidence of an answer to prayer—who trust beyond hope when all means have failed.

Someone has come to the place of hopelessness—the end of hope—the end of all means. A loved one is facing death and doctors give no hope. Death seems inevitable. Hope is gone. The miracle prayed for is not happening.

That is when Satan’s hordes come to attack your mind with fear, anger, overwhelming questions: “Where is your God now? You prayed until you had no tears left. You fasted. You stood on promises. You trusted.”

Blasphemous thoughts will be injected into your mind: “Prayer failed. Faith failed. Don’t quit on God—just do not trust him anymore. It doesn’t pay!”

Even questioning God’s existence will be injected into your mind. These have been the devices of Satan for centuries. Some of the godliest men and women who ever lived were under such demonic attacks.

To those going through the valley and shadow of death, hear this word: Weeping will last through some dark, awful nights—and in that darkness you will soon hear the Father whisper, “I am with you. I cannot tell you why right now, but one day it will all make sense. You will see it was all part of my plan. It was no accident. It was no failure on your part. Hold fast. Let me embrace you in your hour of pain.”

Beloved, God has never failed to act but in goodness and love. When all means fail—his love prevails. Hold fast to your faith. Stand fast in his Word. There is no other hope in this world.”

Spread Love, Spread Art.

Just put up my first piece of art for sale.

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Set A Fire - United Pursuit Band

I need you to “set a fire down in my soul, that I cannot contain, that i cannot control.”

Were led to believe we have control of everything. We know what were going to do tomorrow. We know what were going to eat, wear, use, abuse, sell, buy, find, give, take, borrow, demolish - all these things are so natural for us to do and control. The extent of how long we do it is also in our power.

Is there ANYTHING out of our reach? ANYTHING that people, the world, tv, friends, teachers, mentors, loved ones, girlfriends, boyfriends, tell us we can’t attain? 

I don’t want to be able to CONTROL or CONTAIN the amount of love that gets poured into me when I call out to God. I don’t want to have to give a measurement of the amount of GRACE that God pours into my life.  At the same time I don’t even want to try to contain it. I want it to over flow. I want it to spill over. I want it to FLOOD every part of me. 

I’m sick and tired of being in “control”. LET GO and LET GOD, is not just a phrase people say. It is actual TRUTH.

Have you ever seen a wildfire? I haven’t. I’ve seen them on TV. I’ve seen documentaries of people almost getting devoured by wildfires. They are quick, they are powerful, they are OUT of CONTROL. They defy CONTROL. There is NOTHING controlling about them.  You can’t stop them, every second counts when trying to put out a wildfire. It engulfs EVERYTHING in its path. Is that what its like when I say “Set a Fire Inside My Soul”? I honestly hope so. 

I want the “fire” that God sets in my soul to ENGULF every part of me. Sounds a little insane right? When I sing this song, those are the thoughts running through my mind. The images of a fire ravaging through the forest, not being able to be contained. Destroying everything in its path. 

“There’s no place I’d rather be…” There’s a fire ravaging in my soul, I’m not scared, I’m not running away. I’m sitting I’m being engulfed, I’m being ravaged. I cannot even THINK of anywhere I’d rather be than in that exact place, in that exact moment when God sets that FIRE inside of my Soul.

And the funny part is, “I want more of You, God.” - you want more. More of that fire, more of that intense uncontrollable uncontainable fire. 

Anonymous asked: um why cant I follow you on twitter? I really like some of your tweets but I cant retweet any of them to my followers..

Sometimes if I don’t know a person I’ll block them. No offense to anyone in particular. Sorry =( I’d unblock you if I knew who you were!

Anonymous asked: What year of college are you in and What is your major?

I’m still in college, I changed my major from Nursing to Art. I’m going to attain my Bachelors in Fine Arts. Then my Masters in Creative Arts.

A ‘Celebration’ of ‘Confirmation’.

This is a post of CELEBRATION. A post of LOVE. A post of EXCITEMENT. A post of ANXIOUSNESS. A post of sheer and utter GRATEFULNESS. Why?

On January 22nd, 2011 I posted a Post called “perfect”. It was this picture:

When I painted/drew this, I was sad, lost, weak. I was in a very dry season in my life.  I was asking questions, and not receiving the answers to them.  I was questioning decisions I had made in my life and wondering if my paths were straight.  This past weekend, all of these were confirmed. I found the answers I was looking for and God proved once again, faithful - till the very end.

1/29/

This past saturday at our Saturday Night Meeting (SNL) at our local church IPA, a friend of ours David who comes to SNL occasionally for the past ten months or so had a vision:

Stanly asked me to share the prophecy that the Lord gave me on Saturday night, so here it is!

While Andrew was sharing, the Lord showed me a bud (I wasn’t exactly sure what it was at first!). As I looked, it unfolded into a white rose. I asked the Lord, “What does that mean?” He replied, “This church (meaning IPA) is a winter ro…se. You’ve been watching it all spring, waiting for it to open, for the people to mature, grow up and bear fruit. When the spring, the time for growth, was over, you wondered why the bud still hadn’t opened yet, and you were disappointed. You thought there was a great opportunity, but you had missed it. The reason the flower hasn’t opened it because it is a winter rose; it opens now, in winter, when times are hard and it does not seem like an easy time to grow.

After reading this post, my mind SHOT back to this drawing/painting i had done earlier this month. The verse that i’ve been reflecting on and accompanied another painting as well as this one is:

^{Ezekiel 34:11-16} “‘God, the Master, says: From now on, I myself am the shepherd. I’m going looking for them. As shepherds go after their flocks when they get scattered, I’m going after my sheep. I’ll rescue them from all the places they’ve been scattered to in the storms. I’ll bring them back from foreign peoples, gather them from foreign countries, and bring them back to their home country. I’ll feed them on the mountains of Israel, along the streams, among their own people. I’ll lead them into lush pasture so they can roam the mountain pastures of Israel, graze at leisure, feed in the rich pastures on the mountains of Israel. And I myself will be the shepherd of my sheep. I myself will make sure they get plenty of rest. I’ll go after the lost, I’ll collect the strays, I’ll doctor the injured, I’ll build up the weak ones and oversee the strong ones so they’re not exploited.

GOD IS SO GOOD.

greater things have yet to come.

Anonymous asked: If you had to choose between painting with blood (dries quick, a deep red) or poop (doesn't smell - but it's still poop, a deep brown), which would you pick and why?

hmm.. I would definitely paint with blood because it was a Medium used by civilizations years ago to draw paintings on caves. Blood used with spit, can act as a great medium - and it will last. So my answer is Blood.