God, sometimes I feel so torn up by life. It just feels overwhelming.
I feel like people are telling me all sorts of solutions, but none of them are you, God.
But You are my shield, my wall, my defense. It is good and right that I trust in you and surrender to You.
You give me recognition and you give me blessings. You provide the finances, even when you don’t provide the job.
When I pray, You hear me. I cry and it reaches You. I will not fear even when things are scary,
Show me Your face. Come, Help, Deliver, Protect, Provide.
Break the hold that fear has on my heart. From You, Lord, comes my help.
Bless those who have been such a blessing to me.
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S. Jewell S. McGhee
Jewell is an artist who has come to be known also as an author. She often writes a reflection to go with her art pieces and has been paraphrasing the psalms for many years.
About the Artist
S. Jewell S. McGhee likes to call her art “painting with pencils.” She first started using colored pencils to help her mother write names on lunch bags for school. “My mom would pick matching themes for the names on our bags; all balloons, or sunrises, or sometimes just geometric shapes. She always made them so beautiful; a plain brown bag lunch was, all at once, a love note, a story, a hug, and simple colors to enlighten us for the rest of the day.” These bags also became a constant reminder that art was simple, attainable, and a necessary part of every day.
“I always start with a story.” Every time you hear a story you have a physical (tears, a chuckle, or a smile) or mental (confusion, contentment) reaction which is unable to be explained in words alone. “I like to use abstract art as a medium to dive deeply into the complicated mess of a story and discover something more about it and about myself.” She follows the flow of a story and finds the shapes and colors that express its fundamental emotions and questions.
Jewell uses her art to interpret the stories of Shakespeare, the newspaper, the Bible, and her own life. “As I grapple with Hamlet, I see lines-sharp and violent-cutting through relationships and into love. There is red: obviously for blood, but also for love (a riddle itself). A golden crown, a golden son; a golden sun breaking through ghosts, clouds, and lives to reveal blackness and blood.” How black is the blackness of hate? What texture is grace? What shape is confusion, or desperation, or promise? These are the questions these pieces ask.
Copyright S. Jewell S. McGhee 2016, All rights reserved.
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