Saturday, January 3, 2009

Reflections by Carol P. Harding

This woman spoke in my MIL's relief society a few years back. The story behind the picture is incredible, read here. We have this print hung where we can see it when we wake up in the morning. "W" has taken to pointing at it whenever he wakes up in our bed.
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4 comments:

terrzli@yahoo.com said...

I am soooo interested in getting a copy of Carol Hardings testimony. are you able to link me to the website where I can get a copy?
The link on your blog doesn't work.

June 30, 2010 at 1:10 PM
Unknown said...

Thank you for including this picture on your blog. I love this painting! How would one find a copy of this print to buy?

August 16, 2010 at 10:20 PM
Anonymous said...

I have the painting Reflections and I can't remember the story behind the painting. The website is no longer available that tells the story. Can you share it with me?

October 11, 2019 at 8:53 PM
Anonymous said...

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
If you search the link using the Wayback Machine (an Internet Archive), you can find the original page.

April 17, 2023 at 4:29 PM

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