Happy Good Friday- I fingerpainted this just for you-

Amazing Good Friday- the culmination of “‘The Plan”… and the powers were really proud of themselves. This was the day that they killed the insurgent that created all the problems in their hierarchy- the supposed “Messiah”, the One that dared to question them, both in the street and in the Temple.

With a great crash and clap of thunder at 3:00, it was finished. The battle was over….

Then three days later- He rose. We won. And, the battle continues.

Take a second today around 3:00 and let the anticipation begin. What this all means to you- and get ready for the Super Bowl Sunday for Christians-

Happy Resurrection Day!


"See- I promised you JOY in the morning!"

“There may be pain in the night, but JOY comes in the morning!” Ps. 30:5

Morning, Dad- Thanks for the beautiful picture that You painted outside of my window- I LOVE it! It gives me hope for the most incredible day yet, and I will live this day with this beautiful note from You in my head! I know that you make ALL things work together for my good, and this masterpiece proves just that!

Pee-eice de Resistance

My personal favorite

I just got my gorgeous new pieces back the other day. So, I had to get creative, because I ain’t no photographer, and voila- here they are. They are available for purchase, and while I am waiting on my new art site, http://www.ShellyPeacock.me , I am posting them here.

Please enjoy, and if you or someone you know is looking for some very unique art for their walls, just leave a comment.

I think this is my very favorite of the florals that I have done. My two favorite things are flowers and color, with swirls and flourishes running for bronze and, well, copper in medal status I guess.

Enjoy this one, and look through the Flickr.com pics to the right to see even more.

It's not an orchid, and it's not really red, but WHATEVA-

One of my fave flowers!

Grapes of Wrath

You know how when you are upset with someone- if you channel that energy to creativity- then it’s amazing what comes out.Have fun with this, Andrea


“I can’t, I don’t want to, I shouldn’t, I’m don’t feel like it…” All of these are little decisions made almost subconsciously, immediately springing to mind whenever anything is requested, even from ourselves. We have to talk ourselves into it, not out of it. When did we all become so negative? When we felt like we were getting nowhere? When we felt deserted and alone? When we reached the top of the ladder and found nothing there but emptiness?

I needed a new computer, mine was almost toast. I called my local Geek, and together we spec’d out the most amazing machine, would probably dwarf NASA’s, and I was pumped! This was Tuesday, and it would be built to spec by Friday. After three giddy days of waiting with baited breath, the time to pick it up was almost here! As I did various little happy dances (yes, “churning the butter”) on that Thursday night, little “wait” whispers started in my mind. The next little whisper said “Yes, go get it, but it’s not yours.”. WHAT? WHAT??! “Go, and get it and take it to church” came the next one.

Okay, I easily drowned out THAT little thought, but quietly, the thoughts came on like the first raindrops in an ensuing monsoon… “It’s not yours, it goes to church, shhhh, listen to Me…” and, after everything else left my mind, I began to accept the idea of this fabulous new machine living someplace other than at my house.  “Okay, Yes” I said, even becoming marginally (very marginally) excited about the idea.

The next day, the Geek called me and told me that it was ready. Excitement had been replaced with anticipation of what Dad was doing with this computer, and I could hardly wait to see where this would go. Around 3pm I got to the store to pick it up. Beautiful and strong the light glinted off of the shiny new chrome edges, and the state-of-the-art hum of the amazingly speedy processor sent a tiny chill down my spine. I loaded it into my car, and driving down the road, I called the Lead Pastor, Scott to tell him to meet me because I had something to give him. I explained that it was too big to leave on the front doorstep of the building.

Scott was at a local grocery store grabbing a few last minute items for his son’s birthday party, for which he was already late, but he would wait in that parking lot. Now, driven not only by the gift, but by the party, I flew the 11 or so miles to get there as fast as I could. I careened into the parking lot of the store on almost 2 wheels, and screeched to a stop behind his big pickup truck.

He was standing there when I got out, and I said “I don’t know why you need this, but I have something in the backseat that is yours”. I opened the back door of the car, and when he saw the new packaging, the beautiful tower, keyboard, and all of the packaging, he looked at me in astonishment.

Then he slowly began to shake all over, and tears made their way down his cheeks. And, he opened his mouth and said the most amazing thing:

“Our presentation computer just crashed 30 minutes ago at church, we can’t afford another one, and we didn’t know what we were going to do for even the next Sunday service”

The tiny little whisper in the mind is the voice of Dad, quietly and gently leading us in His direction, even when we don’t want to go. The choice is always ours, as are the resulting consequences. The word “no” is our human response to this direction. It is so very easy to tune this little voice out, because it is a whisper, a fleeting thought. With so many thoughts swirling in our heads every moment, how is it possible to listen to the ones that we need as our moment-by-moment GPS? Take a second and think back over the last few thoughts that entered your mind. Do you see the common theme? It’s there. The more important the idea, the stronger the thought pattern. Now, imagine acting on each and every thought in this theme with a YES. It’s not always about going to Africa, unless you are thinking Africa…

Just say Yes to the next ten things that are requested of you… you will see the world in a different light, I promise.