
I would like to share with you the most overwhelming
spiritual experience I have ever had and which is
still unfolding with a message that is going forward
with an urgency far beyond my comprehension.
This experience pertains to a painting that I was
creating in the summer of 2000 and involves the
unusual way that the painting was finished. I am
grateful to the Lord for this humbling and sacred
experience and the opportunity to share my testimony.
While completing a pastel painting of a water garden
and pond, there had been one particular area that was
left unfinished because I wished to find just the
right colors to compliment the rest of the piece.
A combination of blues were chosen to suggest
reflections of the sky that would harmonize with the
earth tones coming from the rocks in the background.
I worked many hours one morning on that one area, but
when the time drew close to noon, I realized that what
had been done was not successful. Just then, my
husband came to remind me that it was lunch time.
So, in frustration, I picked up a large, stiff brush
and vigorously, with four or five quick downward
swoops, eliminated the entire morning's work.
Then, without a glance at what had been done, I left
the studio hopeful that later the problem could be
solved.
After attending to my family, I returned, with a
prayer in my heart that there would be some successful
solution to think of. As soon as I looked upon
the area that had previously been brushed away, I was
stunned by the image that was there in its place.
It appeared to me to look like the Savior with
outstretched hand. There in the quiet, and
experiencing the kindest, loving and gentlest of
feelings, my spirit was overwhelmed with joy, renewal
and comfort that is hard to express in words.
The next two weeks were filled with prayers, fasting
and trying to listen intently to the Holy Spirit, but
negativity and fear of ridicule kept me from telling
anyone. Then, finally, I told my daughter that
something had happened to my painting and asked her to
tell me what she could see. Like myself, she saw
an image of the Savior. It was then time to tell
my husband. He also saw not only the likeness of
the Savior but others coming behind Him. The
painting was kept in the studio for quite some time,
only showing it to family and close friends.
When autumn came, through the scriptures and that
still, small voice, I had faith that the Lord would
guide me to know how and when to share the picture.
Then, those outside of the family, were inspired to
come and see the painting and to ask of my testimony
and the story pertaining to it. Since then, my
family and I find an overpowering joy in going
wherever our Savior wants us to go and share this
visual message.
A book could be written of the miracles and blessings
that have transpired since. My family has come
together in love and support never before felt.
We know that we must not tell others what to see or
feel, but we do testify that the Lord loves us far
beyond our comprehension. We know that our
Savior, Jesus Christ, will open the way for this
painting's message.
I say this in loving gratitude to my Heavenly Father
and His Son, Jesus Christ.
Carol P. Harding