I made my first trip to Wrightsville Beach & Wilmington today. Temperatures were in the mid 70s.The water at Wrightsville is a stunning aqua. Surfers in wet suits were there by the dozens. And if you like looking for shells, this beach is full of them.
Lois & I had lunch with Nicki, a Boston transplant who lives in Wilmington. We ate at an upscale southern joint at the Cotton Exchange down on Water Street. Aftewards Lois and I took as horse-drawn carriage tour of the city with a guide named Michael and a horse named Mike. This was just one of the stunning homes we saw.
But the best part of the day came just at sunset when we pulled off the roadway to find out what all those pink birds were doing in that yard.
This was more than decorative yard art. It’s fiberglass art and it’s the working shop for Miz Betty.
Miz Betty’s husband taught her to drive an 18-wheeler.
“God was preparing me,” she said. “He knew I’d need to my CDL in order to deliver my art one day.”
She has a trailer that she hauls her fiberglass art around the country in. She’s delievered pieces to museums in New York City and casinos in Atlantic City. Her art goes all over the place, but more importantly it has given her joy & something to look forward to each day since her husband was murdered four years ago.
They found him slumped over the steering wheel, a 9mm bullet hole up underneath his jaw line.
It was Valentine’s Day. He’d just called Betty and asked her to meet him in town for a cup of coffee. No one has ever been arrested. Police think maybe it was attempted robbery. Who knows?
The art work and the work she does with the Boys & Girls Home that gives Betty a reason to get out of bed everyday.
“You wanna see the woman I’m working on?” she asked. “She’s my biggest piece — 29 feet tall.”
Miz Betty says she’ll look like Marilyn Monroe when her back is put to her front and she’s painted. Ms. Betty once worked a job painting fiberglass boats. Now she paints each piece of art by hand.
“I didn’t know I could do this,” she says. “But God knew. He guides my hands.”
Miz Betty is pleased with the way the paint horse is turning out.
Me? I was just happy to find a new friend and a great story of God’s faithfulness.
“You have to have hope,” Miz Betty said. “This gives me hope.”