Hi! My name is Emily, and I hope you find something here that makes you smile, warms your heart, and most importantly, brings you closer in your walk with Christ.
My inspiration comes from nature, and the word of God or what He places on my heart.
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My inspiration comes from nature, and the word of God or what He places on my heart.
CONTACT [email protected]
Want to license some of my artwork? Contact my agents at MHS licensing.
The story behind the name Blue Chair Blessing
It was a sunny afternoon when I pulled my little blue chair outside to sit in the driveway. Feeling defeated and increasingly anxious, I put my two children down for a nap and headed out to find some light and have a serious conversation with Jesus.
I plopped down in the chair, put my headphones in and turned my Pandora station on to some of my favorite worship music. I sat still as tears rolled down my cheeks. I waited. I prayed. Despite my best efforts, my marriage had been falling apart all around me, and my family was in the midst of being torn apart. I thought of my children upstairs sleeping soundly, completely oblivious to what was about to come for them. It was all too much. My marriage, my babies...the life I thought would be was no more. I felt pain in my body as if my heart was literally breaking - actual physical pain. I can tell you what a broken heart feels like. A broken soul. A broken everything.
Through tears I squinted through the sun's rays and I said very plainly to God, "But, I just can't do this. It hurts too much. The pain. It hurts so much."
As soon as I finished my sentence I heard in my soul - Psalm 147:3. I didn't know what this particular verse was so I jumped up and went inside to grab my Bible. I thumbed through it, hoping it would be something that I could cling to.
My eyes stopped at the words.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. Psalm 147:3
I was blown away. The words sunk into my soul and flooded me with peace.
I sobbed at the thought that He cared enough to send me right to this scripture. He must really mean it.
Our family did fall apart and we did end up getting divorced. I continue to go to counseling. I still deal with all kinds of struggles...But you know what I've learned?
God loves us enough to reach out to our wounded souls. He doesn't leave us stranded on our own. He continues to love us in the good and the bad, and pour His grace in every crack of our lives. We are not forgotten. We're not too far gone for Him to pick us up, hold us close, and tell us He's with us all the way and that someday He'll make it all better.
He blessed me in that blue chair that day and every day after. I got remarried several years later and sadly, that marriage ended as well (can't even believe I am tying those words). This life can be difficult and messy - downright heartbreaking at times, but I have a hope that will forever anchor my soul. I'm choosing to press on in the name of Jesus daily. I fail, but I'll always get back up - not by my strength but His. Leaning on the everlasting arms, this is my rest.
I am so grateful for the Lord's hand in helping me understand more about healing, my own struggles, and abuse and trauma in my life. I am a work in progress, as we all are, and I am so grateful for all the ways the Lord has shown His love for me. I know this: God does not abandon us even on our worst day in our worst situation through our worst disasters. That, my friends, is the God of the universe. He comes down to the broken, messed up people and lavishly loves them through and through no matter what.
To God be the Glory Forever.
Emily
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It was a sunny afternoon when I pulled my little blue chair outside to sit in the driveway. Feeling defeated and increasingly anxious, I put my two children down for a nap and headed out to find some light and have a serious conversation with Jesus.
I plopped down in the chair, put my headphones in and turned my Pandora station on to some of my favorite worship music. I sat still as tears rolled down my cheeks. I waited. I prayed. Despite my best efforts, my marriage had been falling apart all around me, and my family was in the midst of being torn apart. I thought of my children upstairs sleeping soundly, completely oblivious to what was about to come for them. It was all too much. My marriage, my babies...the life I thought would be was no more. I felt pain in my body as if my heart was literally breaking - actual physical pain. I can tell you what a broken heart feels like. A broken soul. A broken everything.
Through tears I squinted through the sun's rays and I said very plainly to God, "But, I just can't do this. It hurts too much. The pain. It hurts so much."
As soon as I finished my sentence I heard in my soul - Psalm 147:3. I didn't know what this particular verse was so I jumped up and went inside to grab my Bible. I thumbed through it, hoping it would be something that I could cling to.
My eyes stopped at the words.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. Psalm 147:3
I was blown away. The words sunk into my soul and flooded me with peace.
I sobbed at the thought that He cared enough to send me right to this scripture. He must really mean it.
Our family did fall apart and we did end up getting divorced. I continue to go to counseling. I still deal with all kinds of struggles...But you know what I've learned?
God loves us enough to reach out to our wounded souls. He doesn't leave us stranded on our own. He continues to love us in the good and the bad, and pour His grace in every crack of our lives. We are not forgotten. We're not too far gone for Him to pick us up, hold us close, and tell us He's with us all the way and that someday He'll make it all better.
He blessed me in that blue chair that day and every day after. I got remarried several years later and sadly, that marriage ended as well (can't even believe I am tying those words). This life can be difficult and messy - downright heartbreaking at times, but I have a hope that will forever anchor my soul. I'm choosing to press on in the name of Jesus daily. I fail, but I'll always get back up - not by my strength but His. Leaning on the everlasting arms, this is my rest.
I am so grateful for the Lord's hand in helping me understand more about healing, my own struggles, and abuse and trauma in my life. I am a work in progress, as we all are, and I am so grateful for all the ways the Lord has shown His love for me. I know this: God does not abandon us even on our worst day in our worst situation through our worst disasters. That, my friends, is the God of the universe. He comes down to the broken, messed up people and lavishly loves them through and through no matter what.
To God be the Glory Forever.
Emily
Want to help support my work? CLICK HERE (thank you!)!