Made of Glass

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A few years a ago, a sweet lady came up in a ministry meeting and asked me if she could share what she was sensing from the Lord.  I said yes and she replied, “Well you have a heart that is easily crushed and God wants to give you strength.”

Um. Wow. Gee, that didn’t really ring true but I sensed there was something she really did see and that she was giving me her interpretation instead of just telling me the picture God had given her. {One of the biggest learning curves in the prophetic is to say what you see not your interpretation of what you see.}

She was going to continue but I stopped her gently and asked her to tell me exactly what she saw when God “gave” her that “word”.  She went on to tell me that He showed her a glass heart filled with flaming love.

I explained to her that the picture she saw was very encouraging because I had prayed for several years to have “a heart that was see through in love.”

I want to live a life that is see through.  Just like the glass stones above, to show His beauty within and magnify it.  Transparency, wisdom and integrity are three things I pray for and live toward everyday.

I turned 37 today.  I’m not shy about my age.  I have fought hard for every year.  I believe this is a year of promises and heart desires unfolding in epic ways.  I’m still dealing with the damage done to my body and ongoing “chronic” health battles, but I’m moving forward by grace.

My heart isn’t fragile or frail, it is fused in love with His burning heart.  This last year proved that point to me in overwhelming fashion.  I survived some of the worst things I could imagine personally and after that, well there just isn’t a whole lot left to make me afraid.  And as much as I lost, I know God has a plan to give back way more than I can dream. Brave is being transparent and not letting the words or actions of men steal the promise of God.

I love creating beauty.  I love glass, shimmer and color.  But I hate, loathe and despise wearing face masks or facial respirators. So learning glass making isn’t very practical. But a few weeks ago I stumbled on a process that creates the look of fused dichroic glass that simply maximizes the skills and supplies I already have.  No face mask needed!

I have had so much fun dreaming with Jesus about this facet. After all, I am the girl who packed mascara as a survival essential in the war-torn bush of Africa.

chromawebcardAs it’s my birthday, I thought what a great time to introduce my new line called Chroma Artisan Glass Pendants™.  Monday listings will go live on my Etsy shop but this is my launch announcement.  I am so excited to be creating small format art that is wearable and absolutely one of a kind every time.

Chroma now has its very own dedicated Etsy store!

The ancient Hebrews were told to tie tassels on their cloaks and wear items that helped them remember what God spoke to them.  Almost all my jewelry (and I have quite the collection) reminds me of something, either of the love of the one who gave it to me, the experience it came from or a truth it represents.  So it means the world to me that I’m getting to create pieces that have the capacity to “speak” to their owners in deeply personal ways.

This idea is kind of like God’s sweet birthday gift to me.  What joy!  I’ll be posting links and more information early next week how you can purchase them and/or request special orders.  All the profits go toward helping me have the level of financial support I need to continue to minister “full-time”.

{If you’d like more information on joining my support team, please hop over here to find out how to give or drop me a line requesting more information.}

I am so grateful for all your continued love and support.  You each are a gift and I thank you for taking your time with these words here.

I’ll leave you with a piece God downloaded a few years ago sitting a world a way.

birth
heaven danced
the day your face
first saw the kiss of the dawn
radiant, angels longed
to peer beyond
time’s woven lattice
catching glimpses
of dreams
spun in space
hurtling through days
yet to be
to become implanted seeds
in the womb of tomorrow
eternity written,
poetry scripted
on your heart
beat by beat discovered
reaching
for what is not yet
not yet seeing
what is now
heaven danced
the day your cry
pierced the silence
joined the song
of far flung galaxies:
sound encompassed
in the symphony of forever
vision’s voice
seeking a stave
black and white expression
papyrus enfolded rhythm
calling out
for orchestral release.
there is no dream
that can be realized
unto itself.

–michele perry , 17 oct 2009