I
met Sherman, uniquely enough, under the stars. We were at an open air church
service that was at an old baseball field in a village called Lords Bank,
Belize. I was standing in the back just taking everything in when he
approached me. He was very eager to hear about me and why I was in
his country. I shared with him that I was managing a Christian
Missions Base, and was there to learn about how I could come alongside the people of Belize and serve them. This was a new concept
to Sherman, as he only knew Americans as tourists, or as missionaries
who come and go. I knew that in order to be an impact and have an
impact, I needed to go low and serve the one who God had crossed my
path on a daily basis. On this day, it was my new friend, Sherman.
After
the service I continued to talk with Sherman. It turns out that he had
heard about me through a common friend of ours, and decided to come to this
open air service on the chance of meeting me. I began to ask him what
he did for a living. He said he worked on an island, running a resort
type place for tourists, and also ran his own restaurant. The
restaurant, though was closing, and so he was searching for work at the moment. I proceeded
to ask him what really excited him in life. It was this question and
his answer that made it very clear to me why I had crossed paths with
him. He answered that he was a painter and that art really allowed
him to express himself and he felt free when he painted. I then went
on to share with him a dream that I had been given on three separate
occasions. The interpretation of the dream I have is what God
has called me and called me to be; I saw a lighthouse on top of a hill
with a big storm going on, with huge waves, but the waves were of
people. The people were attracted to and coming to the light, which is
Jesus. I was placed in dark places to be the light and lead them to
salvation. After I shared with him this dream I kept getting, we
parted ways and said our goodbyes.
The
very next week though, while I was in the prayer room praying, I heard a
honk outside. I
looked and it was Sherman! He had asked around and found out where I lived. He told me that he had something for me. As he unrolled what he had brought, I saw before me painting of the very dream that I had shared with him! I had asked many people if they could paint this for me, because it was very important to me, but no one wanted to attempt this endeavor. That no though, allowed for God to wow me and give me this wonderful gift. I was amazed at the detail and the work that Sherman put into this piece of art, all from memory, and one conversation on an old baseball field.
looked and it was Sherman! He had asked around and found out where I lived. He told me that he had something for me. As he unrolled what he had brought, I saw before me painting of the very dream that I had shared with him! I had asked many people if they could paint this for me, because it was very important to me, but no one wanted to attempt this endeavor. That no though, allowed for God to wow me and give me this wonderful gift. I was amazed at the detail and the work that Sherman put into this piece of art, all from memory, and one conversation on an old baseball field.
On the spot I knew I needed to pay Sherman for this piece of art, and he quickly thanked
me. I wanted to pay because I wanted him to know and feel that his gift of artistry is a powerful act of worship and warfare. God is awakening and drawing the prophetic artists out of their
dark caves they’ve been hiding in for so long. It is time for the
artist to start agreeing with their giftings, and to release their
influence into the earth and into people’s homes, offices and
businesses.
What
I did not know at the time, and learned after I paid Sherman, was that he was
going to put this money towards buying the materials he needed to lay
the foundation of his home he was building for his wife and very
young son. Sherman chose to agree with his gifting, painted a picture that
was near to my heart, which allowed for provision to come forth in
order for him to build, not only a physical foundation to his new
home, but one that would be built by a Kingdom of God transfer. I
believe this is how the Kingdom of God was meant to be lived out.
Help
me by honoring Sherman, and all the artisans in the earth, by agreeing
and encouraging them to put their passion and gifts into action. In this hour of history, we need the artists of the earth to agree with and
release what is on God’s heart!
Guest Blog Writer: Travis Arment
















She
is the mastermind craftsman behind the jewelry that we feature and sell
through Normal to Destiny LLC. Sharondale lives in Belize, Central
America, in the small village of Burrell Boom. She is an amazing wife of
twenty-one years, and devoted mother to her four children, ranging in
ages twenty-one to seven years old. But most recently, Sharon has
harnessed her artistic skills and opened her own business, selling her
handcrafted jewelry and other pieces of artistry to tourists that
frequent the Black Orchid Resort in Belize.

as well. It did not take too long before she started to experiment with
bamboo and Belizean local flower seeds in her jewelry creations. The
coconuts she picks from her yard and her neighbors' yards. She also buys
coconuts from local markets and vendors when necessary. The bamboo she
cuts and dries herself. It is quite a process to harvest and prepare the
bamboo, and she and her helpers do the work by hand.
driver's
license and had to have a friend drive me there each week. After one
month, she was no longer able to take me, so I then borrowed a
neighbor's bicycle to get there. I would ride the bike while carrying
the bags with my jewelry and artwork in them. I did that for one year,
but business was growing so fast, I needed more.”