Each time I begin a new journey in clay, I’m constantly questioning my ability to start and complete the vision of the piece that’s in my head. In my hesitation, I’m drawn to God’s Word to find strength and direction on next steps. I often sit quietly and think of the person or persons whose journey of faith influenced my own journey of faith.
In this instance, the memory of my grandmother (who we called “Big Mama”) praying came across my mind. Even as a small child, it was an unwritten rule that all activities stopped in the household while she prayed. There was a sense of reverence in the monologue of spoken words and groans uttered from within her heart.
Even in my ignorance, I could sense an adoration of His word as she prayed His promises of provision, protection, peace, and love back to His listening heart. To my young heart when Big Mama prayed the whole world was silenced by her soliloquy of praise. Such a marvelous mystery….
There are phrases of praise that were left as a legacy to my listening ears that I now utter in my dance with the Father. I’m often startled when I hear them come from within my inner storehouse and then smile in remembrance of this grand woman of faith.
As I sculpted her searching face, I whispered, “Shhhh…Big Mama’s praying.”
Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than me. Psalm 61
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