Another Painting… and a Shock

The latest painting God has given me is called, “Prayer Trees”, and I have felt emotionally attached to this one. That’s a good thing. It’s me and the Godhead in the secret place of communion we share. Its actual colors are purple and green – but my camera skills aren’t the best – the settings should have been adjusted correctly before I took this. Sorry…

Prayer Trees
“Prayer Trees” © 2016, S. Palmer. All Rights Reserved.

I’m still learning and growing in use of the acrylics medium; I’ve historically used oils, which I also enjoy. Acrylics, however, dry so quickly the gratification of seeing the results of what I paint comes quickly… who doesn’t like that?  Please pray for me as I continue on this extremely enjoyable road by God’s power, grace, generosity, and mercy.

A Sad Shock

Recently I read a message online that actually said interracial and intergenerational marriages are sinful! Needless to say, I was entirely shocked and saddened by it… especially because I am married to a white man 28 years my senior.

I completely disagree with that message; I’ve remanded its author to God’s custody, that the light of God’s truth will permeate their heart and mind. Racial prejudice and age prejudice… prejudice of any kind… that’s sin.

Unless God commands otherwise*, we are not to be unequally yoked together with unbelievers – God makes no such command regarding saved males and females of different races or generations coming together in marriage. We’re one in Christ Jesus, and there are myriad instances in scripture where patriarchs married outside their race and were generations older than their spouses. Moses and Abraham both remarried outside their race; also, it’s more than likely Gideon had those 70 children with different, younger, wives over his lifetime… and so what? Like everything, the marriage bond is subject to the will of the Father; otherwise, why did God command Hosea to marry Gomer – an actively sinning prostitute? She wasn’t following Yahweh (to say the least), yet in God’s desire to reflect Israel’s whoredom toward Him, *He commanded their union.

We’re not the Judge, GOD is…

Also, recommending that couples who’ve entered into these so-called “sinful” marriages stay married for the sake of not being divorced is duplicitous confusion. If it were true that interracial/intergenerational marriage is sin, God would never sanction such unions continuing; He would command their termination so that “sin” would be abandoned.  You can’t have it both ways.

Prejudice is a sin of the heart and emotions that can only be handled through repentance. That’s my prayer in this matter; that all who embrace the belief that God will not accept married believers of “every kindred, every tongue, and every nation” into His Household through faith in Jesus Christ will be pierced by the light of God’s convicting truth and repent.

In the interim, my husband and I are fulfilling God’s plan for our lives with JOY. Amen.



Coming Alive Again

I’ve resumed painting – this time with acrylics – and I really like it.

My husband has taken a greater interest in cooking lately – and he seems to like it also. That’s a good thing for both of us.  Serving God is our main focus, and He allows us to indulge in hobbies to His glory that also bring us JOY.

I’m experimenting with clouds… painting them, I mean.

Jack is experimenting with broiling… his first attempt was delicious! Just browning the mashed potatoes set atop two blocks of meatloaf… kind of Shepherd’s Pie style… and we truly enjoyed it.

The Lord helped me with every single thing I did painting with those brushes; feeling them in my hands (I’m ambidextrous) and getting the shading and highlighting right.  God is SO generous. Here’s how they turned out:

“Light Among the Treetops” Copyright 2016 SJ Palmer

The treetops aren’t always noticed by many – including me. When big, fluffy clouds pass over them headed toward the light from now on I will try to look up at the “Light Among the Treetops” © 2016.

I’d never painted a cloud prior to this and, truthfully, the top set are my very favorite; the bottom need adjusting albeit, with clouds, any shape has realism.

The way acrylics dry so quickly takes some getting used to, but I’ve found I truly enjoy the way their setting so quickly keeps me on point as I paint. I started as an oils girl.

A New Land

So now my husband is drawing closer and closer to the kitchen, and I think he really likes it. He’s the kind of person who needs to keep busy or else he feels unproductive, unworthy, and without value. While I’ve committed that gross misconception to God’s power, I am happy to see him gravitate toward an enjoyable pastime. Nothing wrong with having hobbies, only something wrong when the hobbies “have” you. God willing, I will live and continue praying for his sense of self-worth.  Concurrently, I’ll enjoy the little masterpieces that make him feel useful. Here’s how those mini Shepherd’s Pies turned out:

Jack’s mini Shepherd’s Pies

YUM! 🙂 God will use whatever means available to breathe life back into a waning situation.  Acrylics painting for me and cooking for Jack is a healthy step in the right direction. When life is present and flourishing, death can be driven away quickly, evenly, and with trust. God is our constant Help; He is our Breath of Life, our Friend, and our Trust everlasting.  Amen.


Observing Matrimony: A Testimony

What I find fascinating about being newly married (nearly 7 months) is how much I’m learning about my own sexual appetites and temperatures. While I enjoy intimacy with my husband like any wife would, I am not overtly sexual. Most men are, and I admit that sometimes I feel bad about not being as “hungry” as my husband.

I notice I have sexual cravings and urges in what I call “clusters”. It’s not surprising that the height of our activity surrounds my ovulation cycles… after all, it ain’t over ’til it’s over. 🙂  Sitting back and watching me be me after not having an opportunity to be sexual according to God’s definitions (within the bonds of matrimony) has been quite educational.

I’ve also learned that men never grow too old for interest in sex.  Their appetites really do persist well into later years.  My husband is 28 years my senior, and I am 50… you do the math; the man is absolutely still going strong, and he is attractive and sexy. “Interested” in sex is an understatement. He is very healthy!

I cover this testimony with the Blood of Jesus and I forbid the enemy access to it.  God has truly blessed us both, and the best part for me is getting to know myself sexually after all these years.

Thank You, Jesus!

(Btw, if you are still waiting on God’s promises for matrimony, don’t give up hope. What He’s graciously and faithfully done for one He’ll do for all, with just as much grace and faithfulness.)