Thursday, August 8, 2013

Change

 
“Change”
Acrylic
48X60

Power to reach for
new life begins with belief
that change will occur.

© Yvette Massey 2012





Monday, July 22, 2013

Disgrace


 
“Disgrace”
Acrylic
24X48

Your lavish love spills

grace running like fragrant oil

upon my disgrace.
 
© Yvette Massey 2012


Friday, July 12, 2013

Silence


“Silence”
Acrylic
24X24

Dreams are born within
 
the wilderness of the soul
 
as silence surrounds.

 

© Yvette Massey 2012


Monday, May 30, 2011

God Came Down



God
came
down
arms
spread
wide
touched
the
tender
side
of
us

By Yvette Massey

There is a special place I go to pray that is situated in our back field about a 1/2 mile from our back porch.  This place is framed by two very old, mangled cedar trees that have withstood lightening, hail, high winds, and drought.  When I sit between these trees I can hear them moan and groan as they sway in the wind.  I feel close to God in this place because those trees have been touched by His glorious power.  During Easter weekend I went to this place to pray and found several fallan branches that needed to be dragged off.  As I was clearing the area, I noticed a huge branch that resembled a cross.  The cross in the photo above was made from that branch and a string of rusty barbed wire I pulled off an old fence.  While I was trimming the branch for the cross, my Beloved came over to help and the project turned into an awsome act of worship. The cross is buried 3 feet into the ground and stands about 5 1/2 feet above the ground. This cross is amazing to me because the branch fell from one of my precious trees - a true gift from God that touched the tender side of me!

Friday, October 16, 2009

Sojourners





What does it mean to be in this place?
We journey through time
We occupy space
Temporal
How can we make a difference here?
So much to be done
So little to spare
Depleted
Who among us will offer to lead?
Many turns to take
Many signs to heed
Treacherous
Where will we stay in this foreign land?
No place to call home
No welcoming hand
Sojourners
Why do we wonder away our youth?
Unanswered questions
Unqualified truth
Mystery
He is the meaning found in this place
A moment in time
A look to His face
Belonging

By Yvette Massey