Going, Going, GONE!

    I have a very personal and deep affinity with this story.

 

white and red balloons

The artist had shown his picture in a small local gallery where the simple image of balloons soaring into heaven was loved by locals and children.   A large art Gallery asked  permission to display the painting in the City.    Children and passer-by’s stopped.  They all loved the picture.

One day the artist was approached to put the painting up for sale at an auction.  A bit  reluctantly, he agreed and went along to see what happened.  To his surprise the painting was popular but suddenly it became more than a picture it became a ‘competition’ from wealthy investors and folk with $’s and possible gains and greed rising.    They began to haggle and fight.   It became violent all over the wanting of the work as a POSSESSION.

The auction was stopped at the artist’s request and resumed again on the following Saturday.     This day the violence became worse.    The beauty of the painting was completely swamped by the burning desire for ownership.

The gavel dropped. The sound resonated as an unprecedented  amount of money was yelled to the exuberance of excited crowds.

There was a sudden jolting sound.   The painting began to slowly rise through the top of the frame where the unmistakable sound of a shredding machine started up.   A bit at a time the painting was drawn upwards.     The artist took a picture and told the gasping people.

God inspired my art work.   This painting was about Him and His Sacrifice and His Calling of human spirits to eternity.   I loved it.     I appreciated it for what it was.

              I knew I would rather shred my God-given Gift than let it become a property and not LOVED.

The photograph the artist took was published in the local paper.  It had the heading…..GOING!   GOING!    GONE!…………         The byline by the photographer read…….One day that too will be the story of my life.   I know where I’m going.   Do you?

Blessings in this day.   If the people and the bears and the stories I write are not loved this is what I would like to also do.

God loves!   His People out of love for Him will share so their Gifts too may be LOVED!.

live!

About Faye

I m a wife, mother and grandmother. I have always enjoyed writing even from an early age. My book Beyond the Ashes has been written as a labour of love. All the characters are real to me and their story needed to be told. As a Christian my desire is to write General Fiction stories about real people but Hope and a desire for 'better' will always be part of the journey. I have had several short stories published over the years and moderate success in writing competitions. I realized as I was thinking today (30/01/15) that perhaps I should add here that I have had life experiences of many valley times but also many mountain top experiences. I can understand and be beside anyone who finds their life in tatters because I have 'been' there. Of course as I have got older as well there have been the added sorrows of losing not only older family members but also one by one finding the dearest of friends and the ones of greatest support and care also dying. On the site of rich mountains has been my certainty of the value of marriage and how grateful I am that after loss and sadness I made a happy and long-lasting marriage commitment. The one who was my best friend back then is still my best friend 45 years later. Beyond the Ashes touches upon the POWER of LOVE when folk can forget about their own personal 'feelings' and reach out in LOVE to a desperate and broken person.
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