God spirit
736 creative works found
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A beautiful little statue that, tragically, stands above a child’s grave in my local cemetery.
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Maori figure – Rotorua, NZ
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Eagle, the master of the sky, is considered a carrier of prayers. Many Indian Nations honor this bird as possessing courage, wisdom, and a special connection to the Creator. This is often confused with the “thunderbird” image concept. Eagle is also a Directional Protector (the Sky) spirit, and an image associated with spirits and visions.
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...And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters… / Genesis 1:2 thoughts of where and when and where to and why,,,,
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I just lazily through this together. One day I will have time to do some real artwork. The kind I know I am capable of. For now I will just have fun being lazy.
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©2008 BMoore Photography & Design…..........................................
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Here is the opposite end of the coin when it comes to my prelims for our next assignment, this is the good guy. There will be two paintings one with the dark man and one with this one. You cannot actually see the details in this photo of this, it has lightning around him that you cannot see :(
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The funniest thing…....... When I try to do my thing, I cant lol…........ But when I follow per instruction, I get the vision back…....... one way my friends…....... and one way only…......... whether you believe it or you do not…............ ONE WAY…........................... ©2009 BMoore Photography & Design / Bamagirl38
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©2009 BMoore Photography & Design / Bamagirl38
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The dove speaks of the Holy Spirit. The flower could be you or I. / Oil on box canvas. Original is 1 metre square. It is painted around the edges so could be hung unframed. Please contact me if you are interested in buying the original.
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©2009 BMoore Photography All proceeds from the sale of this piece will be donated to The Philadelphia Mission in full, 100%. The Philadelphia Mission
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©2009 BMoore Photography & Design / Bamagirl38 / www.bamagirl38.com Always Be More !!!!!!!!!!
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©2009 BMoore Photography & Design / Bamagirl38 / Always Be More !!!!!!!!!!! / I will praise you for you are holy Lord !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! / All rights reserved
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NEVER GIVE UP!!! Miracles do happen! Self-portrait on the Chattahoochee River near the Buford Dam in Cumming, GA. (View larger for full effect…) I was giving God the glory in this self-capture and thanking HIM for bringing me through the most difficult times of my life. I had a mysterious diagnosis for 7+ years. It seemed like I had every test done imaginable… I felt like I was dying, and I almost did a few times. I was at the point where I asked God to either take me up to heaven soon, or give me an ANSWER! It got that bad. I was not living… I was suffering and struggling to hang in there. I gradually grew worse as time passed. Finally, one of the last diagnostic tests performed was an echocardiogram followed by a TEE test. THE discovery was made. I had two heart defects; my surgeon was amazed I was still alive. I just had major heart surgery last year… they stopped my heart, collapsed my lungs, repaired my heart, and after 6 hours in the operating room, I was taken to ICU, and then I woke up. I am here!!! It was a LONG journey, but I made it. I thank God, my family and friends for all of their prayers, and for an amazing cutting edge surgeon! In this time of recovery and healing, my creative outlet has been spent with photography, my true passion! That is why I always say -> “Live in the moment, for it is precious.” “I donate this art to Philadelphia Mission Charity.” / PhiladelphiaMissionCharity By: / Terri~Lynn (with a grateful heart) / 2009 Canon EOS Rebel XT
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All proceeds from the sale of this work go to The Philadelphia Mission / / “Hands” A basketball in my hands is worth about $19. A basketball in Michael Jordan’s hands is worth about $33 million. It depends whose hands it’s in. A baseball in my hands is worth about $6. A baseball in Roger Clemens’ hands is worth $475 million. It depends on whose hands it’s in. A tennis racket is useless in my hands. A tennis racket in Andre Agassi’s hands is worth millions. It depends whose hands it’s in. A rod in my hands will keep away an angry dog. A rod in Moses’ hands parted the mighty sea. It depends whose hands it’s in. A slingshot in my hands is a kid’s toy. A slingshot in David’s hand wass a mighty weapon. It depends whose hands it’s in. Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in my hands is a couple of fish sandwiches. Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in Jesus’ hands fed thousands. It depends whose hands it’s in. Nails in my hands might produce a birdhouse. Nails in Jesus Christ’s hands produced salvation for the entire world. It depends whose hands it’s in. As you see now, it depends whose hands it’s in. So put your concerns, your worries, your fears, your hopes, your dreams, your families and your relationships in God’s hands because… It depends whose hands it’s in. This message is now in YOUR hands. What will YOU do with it?
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There will be a growing series in the Angel of the shore images.. look out for them, they will inspire and encourage any establishment. My little angel Tammy is pictured in these creations :0)
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small angel on flower
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Inspiration from the Bible
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I have noticed many RB artists create self-portraits and was very intrigued by the idea. I started wondering what mine might look like and what I would want to convey about myself. My husband and I went to church tonight and I heard a worship song that was new to me. It is called Sweetly Broken by Jeremy Riddle and the words to the chorus touched my mind, heart, soul and spirit. My thought was, “I have to find a way to express the beauty of that lyric,” because it is so what I desire and what I have experienced over the years in my relationship with Christ. Here are the chorus lyrics: / At the cross You beckon me / You draw me gently to my knees, and I am / Lost for words, so lost in love, / I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered The triangular shapes point to heaven. I desire to keep my eyes on Jesus, who is “the author and perfecter of my faith.” (Hebrews 12:2) I try to balance this, however, so I don’t become “so heavenly minded that I am of no earthly good.” The images of my face in 3 pieces represents my brokenness before God and my desire to live for Him and as He wants me to. The 3 images of my face also represent the Trinity – God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit. They always say the eyes are the window to the soul. You get a glimpse of my soul, both in this writing and through the eyes in the picture. The clarity of my smile shows my joy in the Lord, despite any circumstances that may cause pain, heartache, or depression. I believe joy is not situational, but comes from a place deep inside, and for me that place is God. The fists represent the strength of God, but also the strength I have found in myself, through Christ, when I have had to face very painful and difficult times. “I can do anything through Christ who give me strength.” (Phillipians 4:13) There is a heavenly essence to it, not because I believe I am “angelic,” far from it. It is to show how important God and my spiritual life is to me. The shadow around the edge depicts the old self and sin that is still in me at times. The rays flowing vertically to the bottom represent the glory of God and that I want to bring glory to God in everything I do. Also the rays flowing down remind me there will come a day when Jesus will return to earth and take me home to be with Him for eternity. This is not a perfect work, but it is a very good start to expressing who I am and who, as well as what, is most important to me. It also is a good beginning in showing who I am on the inside and my love for God. My hope is that my love for God will overflow into my relationships and I will love others well, and that includes all of you in my RB family : ) And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. (I Corinthians 13:13) Thank you for letting me share myself and for allowing me to be who I am at RB. I love and appreciate each one of you and all the wonderful gifts and talents you share with me through your work every day.
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Enchanting view of a lovely image that is beautifully enhanced & full of vivid bright blue color! Amazing capture, clarity & unique design of mine! I hope you enjoy this gorgeous representation of this flower I’ve bee dreaming of! Smiles Leilani Perdido Key, Florida USA
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Inspiration from the Bible
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Featured in Mountains Across the Globe group Dec 2009 (Continued from The Grandfather) This is another view of the south face of Grandfather Mountain from Beacon Heights in western NC. His is a long reclining range of rock promontories; center frame is a view of the western most crests. The famous Linn Cove Viaduct is just east of here on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Viewed from the other side, the range is a profile of a grandfather lying face up and searching the sky. I get a sense that at any moment, he’ll sit up, charge is pipe, take a practiced draw beneath a lighted match, and then the story will come. I can almost smell the aroma of pipe smoke wafting about his brow as wisps of clouds. I’ve heard before the story he’s telling now; it’s called ‘The Man Who Planted Trees,’ but he’s telling a version more tailored to Appalachia. It’s got the smell of spruce and hemlock about it and the feel of sugar maples turning red in autumn breeze. His story goes something like this: “My grandfather never had much to say to me; he was as distant as those stone peaks there on the horizon. My father was cast from a similar die; as a kid I spent a lot of effort toward attracting their notice. Sometimes when it came, it left a lasting impression on me even after the color underneath my skin had faded away. But that’s all water under the bridge over Wilson Creek. “There’s just something about the mountains that keeps calling me back,” the grandfather explains. “I found them as a child; it was like my life started over, like in the John Denver song, ‘Rocky Mountain High,’ where he sings, ‘He was born in the summer of his twenty-seventh year, coming home to a place he’d never been before; he left yesterday behind him; you might say he was born again; you might say he found the key to every door.’ Some’ll tell you that JD was singing about himself and his own rebirth in the Rockies; well, I reckon he’s singing for every mother son of us that’s ever drawn that first breathe o’ mountain air and come to know then and there what it means to really be alive (Continued with The Grandfather 3). / ____ / ©Miles A Moody LivingEarth-Hearthealing.com. Written and photographic works are the sole property of copyright holder; reproduction in part or in full only with expressed permission or purchase. Nikon F5, f22 @ 1/500, Fuji Velvia 50, Gitzo tripod, Bogen pistol grip head, Tiffen filters: CP, W and Enhancing. /
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I sat on a log over a forest drainage watching a deer meandering along in the distance, my thoughts far away and touching into emotion perhaps best ignored. No, the time was upon me to move out of the numbness of feeling and confront the fear I’d hoped to avoid. There it was, profound sadness; someone special was walking out of my life – gut wrenching, now even heart rending in its intensity was this deep sadness, crying out from overarching conviction and all encompassing belief, “I’m not worthy of love.” There it was before me, the truth as I perceived it, “Love will not have me,” and yet there was more, secreted beneath even this. The fear of what was happening back there in my home with her leaving masked a deeper fear and a desperate need to hide an awesome truth; it is this truth that I fear most. My intellect cannot sort this and I have left the need to understand behind, and in letting go of the need to know, I find the understanding simply dawns on me; I have feared who I believe I am, but I fear more that which I know myself to be. There was something other than this fear there now in my awareness and growing in strength in the center of me, rising up from greater depths, no longer feared, avoided and denied; I opened my eyes, peering thru a well of tears, and the distant deer now stood by my side, drinking. I listened, hearing the trickling motion of the stream at my feet; it was as though I could feel crystal waters flowing down quenching a lifetime’s insatiable thirst – rejection long chosen and secreted away, now full in my awareness and thawing, melting, displaced and replaced by greater truth that I would not accept….until now. Now that it held me I remembered it, and welcomed it, and wondered what circumstance could have caused me to turn away from being this so as to pretend at something else; it was a time early in life when the choice made sense to untried thinking. I gave way into it and surrendered and received and it took me and that which I received, I became and was filled. It spoke in music felt in my heart with a new conviction singing meaning which after some time of pondering I was able to translate into understanding which might have said, “I am this. This is what I am – this new sense of me, this new definition, this identity; I have no words to describe it; no name by which it is known.” Language escaped me and perhaps this was as it should be because to label it would be to place limits on it, and I have not found its limit to this day. As I sat on a log watching a deer drinking, I felt it all; the rhythmic beat of all that surrounded me sounded its presence from there in my heart, joining me into a vastness beyond description, welcoming me as I embraced myself into it, receiving me as I became willing to be acceptable; all else of pretense, or mind generated identity, falling away like clutter to find me present within the incomprehensible remains. I recall something I heard on the life of Michelangelo: when asked how he was able to sculpt his masterworks from blocks of marble he replied that he simply cuts away everything that is not as intended and the piece reveals itself from out of the rock; indeed of the ‘Pieta’ masterpiece Vasari said, “It is certainly a miracle that a formless block of stone could ever have been reduced to a perfection that nature is scarcely able to create in the flesh.” The words of Grey Holiday speak to me of this experience in the song “You Belong to Me.” You run, you hide, / As tears fall from your eyes; / They fall like snow / From a wounded soul. / You hold inside / The hurt of great divide. / The hole is starting to get old. So come back to the light, / To the love, you will find, / It’s been here all along. / So come back to the start, / And you’ll find in your heart / That you always belonged / To me. / ___ / ©Miles A Moody LivingEarth-Hearthealing.com. Written and photographic works are the sole property of copyright holder; reproduction in part or in full only with expressed permission or purchase. Nikon F5, f2/8 @ 1/60, 200 mm, Hoya warming filter, Gitzo tripod, Wemberly head. Great Smoky Mountain National Park. /
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The Oracle of Delphi: playing bones with beasts
by Kristin ReynoldsSqueezing time-drops from orbiting veils, / muslin moons of lapis blue, upon the mount / of all disease and come, come hither lure, / exh…
Hi guys. :) / I got internet yesterday and will be around here and there unitl my life is less chaotic. / Missed you all. / xo
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