Month: January 2021

What a lovely golden gown on this angel. Please enjoy this link:

https://www.openbible.info/topics/angels

Rebecca Jones

The Angel of Prayer

Holy and pure, the blest angel,

Floats on evening air.

Bearing from hearts ever loving,

To the Father, the incense of prayer.

I had to enlarge the prayer to read it.

Rebecca Jones

This is a painting  I just liked, St. Gertrude’s Angel, the signature looks like M. Maximo, it is public domain. I like that you can see every brush stroke and that she is looking at something or someone.

Little is known of the early life of Gertrude. She was born on the feast of the Epiphany, January 6, 1256, in Eisleben, Thuringia, still the Holy Roman Empire. At the age of four, she entered the monastery of St. Mary at Helfta or was given by her parents as a child oblate, much like Samuel in the story of Hannah, though more likely she was an orphan, 

It was  described as Benedictine or Cistercian. Its abbess, Gertrude of Hackeborn. Gertrude was confided to the care of St. Mechtilde, younger sister of the Abbess Gertrude, and joined the monastic community in 1266 receiving a thorough education in a range of subjects.

In 1281, at the age of 25, she experienced the first of a series of visions. She wrote many prayers, however, I am concerned about the one that lets souls out of Purgatory, being schooled in the rich man and Lazarus story. I believe you go to either heaven or hell, and purgatory could have been the gulf that separated Paradise before Jesus led people out after the resurrection. People have to decide for themselves. I just like the painting.

Gertrude died at Helfta, near Eisleben, Saxony, around 1302. Her feast day is celebrated on November 16, but the exact date of her death is unknown, she was only forty six. That is not very old. Hi peace, Rebecca Jones

This is another R. Kratki postcard image, again in a different style than we usually see but actually quite a realistic and harrowing even, considering a runaway team is barreling down on the child.

It is consistent with today’s drunk drivers and cell phone enthusiasts who text a drive. I saw an accident photo the other day, that caused a man to be killed. He was texting and hit a median.

Too often, we limit God, and too often, don’t give Him credit for protecting us, even from ourselves. He is gracious and merciful. We can all look back and see how He has averted disasters in our lives, give it a little thought, and remember Psalm 91.

 

 

Rebecca Jones

Wilhelm Kotarbiński (Vasili Aleksandrovich Kotarbinsky), “Girl with Angel”, another of this artist’s melodramatic paintings as Sotheby auction house called them. Angels fell when they became entangled in earthly desires for women.

However, this one looks rather innocent almost kissing her forehead. But angels are not emotional creatures or they would rush in and and rescue everyone. They can’t because that would be disobedient. God sends them on assignment as we pray.

Perhaps, in this dream like state, she is being ministered to, comforted by an angelic being, and the presence of the Holy Spirit. Angels always accompany Him, be wary of any that are not.

Are they not all ministering spirits sent out to serve for the sake of those who are to inherit salvation? Hebrews 1:14

As believers in Christ, we are the ones who inherit salvation, not if we die, but because He did. Angels are ready to help you, so ask Jesus to send them on your behalf whether you see them or not.

His peace, Rebecca Jones

The angel of the roses,

As one supposes,

Walks in beauty and light.

In misty mornings, evening, starry night.

She turns their budding faces toward the sky,

One might imagine, the rose would ask why.

And the angel of the rose, she might explain.

That to grow, they need sunshine and rain.

Winds sway through them, rocking cradling,

Both rose bushes and trees.

And birds are happy to rest there, nest there,

And even be blessed there, sweet honey bees.

Among both flowers and thorns.

And whatever God said to the rose,

To make it laugh and burst into bloom,

He must have whispered to my poor heart,

A  hundred or thousand times,

As I opened its door, to give Him more room.

Countless times, He spoke His peace and love,

Like the wooing and cooing of a dove.

I have always loved roses,

Never mind the thorns,

At my side is the savior I adore.

And His fragrance is like the rose,

And I love Him all the more,

You see the angel of roses,

Came and turned my face to the sky,

And Jesus does, caressing a cheek,

No matter how dark the day, or how bleak.

I choke back tears, can hardly speak,

Much less ask Him why…..I know the answer.

He came to die.

The loving Lord desired a garden of roses in bloom,

May the angel of roses, pass by in His Spirit.

He speaks peace and love, do you hear it.

Refreshing and divine, a love that is now mine,

Hear it and make room,

And the Lord will watch as the angel of roses,

Brings your rain and sun, and you begin to bloom.

And if roses are beautiful and they are,

What of me or you?

He is true beauty, so what will we be?

Open your heart like a rose, the Son sets us free.

Rebecca Jones

Abbott Handerson Thayer was an American artist, teacher and naturalist. He used his children as models, this may be a lady he knew. It is from 1889.

As a painter of portraits, figures, animals and landscapes, he enjoyed prominence during his lifetime, his paintings are represented in the major American art collections. He is perhaps best known for his ‘angel’ paintings

Along with his son, he wrote book about camouflage which had a great impact on WWI and probably all military since, having studied birds and other animals and how they protect themselves with colors.

He began painting and studied nature as a teen, went to Paris. He was an eccentric, his children didn’t go to school and they enjoyed sleeping outdoors in the fresh air.

Rebecca Jones

Happy New Year everyone and I pray for God to charge His angels for us according to His will and Psalm 91. Though we have all had our share of troubles and more in the past year, His grace has been there all along. I will post here as often as I can, I was encourage not to give up my interest in art and I won’t.

Something else I won’t give up on is the love of Christ and His promises, He is love eternal.

Rebecca Jones