Akiane Kramarik painted a beautiful picture of Jesus called “Prince of Peace” when she was just 8 years old. This amazing artwork was forgotten for 16 years after it was stolen, sold by mistake, and kept away in darkness. Now, it has been brought back to the light for everyone to see.
Now 28 years old, Akiane Kramarik is a best-selling author, entrepreneur, and philanthropist. She is known for her beautiful spiritual paintings, which feature her amazing brushstrokes. When she painted “Prince of Peace,” she felt a strong urge, inspired by a recurring vision, to create an image of Jesus as a “profound role model for humanity.”
At just nine years old, Akiane appeared on the Oprah Show and showcased her art, which was much bigger than her small frame. Among her paintings was the famous portrait of Jesus, “Prince of Peace,” created with her special techniques.
“You’re obviously gifted. Where does this come from?” Oprah asked her.
“It comes from God,” Akiane confidently answered.
In another interview, when Akiane was just 10, she was asked how she knew it was God speaking to her. She replied, “Because I can hear His voice. His voice is quiet and beautiful.”
Interestingly, Akiane’s family is not religious, and they never talked about God in their small-town Idaho home.
“It wasn’t just art that was happening. Along with the art, there was a spiritual awakening,” said Akiane’s mother, Forelli Kramarik, who grew up in an atheistic family in Lithuania. “It all began when Akiane started sharing her dreams and visions. My husband, who was a former Catholic, did not share the same beliefs. We didn’t pray together, didn’t talk about God, and never went to church. Then suddenly, Akiane started talking about God.”
Akiane was homeschooled and didn’t have babysitters or a television, so she wasn’t influenced by anyone outside the home, her mother explained. “We were always with the kids, so we knew these words from Akiane about God didn’t come from outside influences. But suddenly, there were deep conversations about God’s love and His place in our lives, and she described everything in great detail.”
Akiane said her portrait of Jesus was inspired by a vision she had since she was a preschooler. She explained that she would illustrate her visions through poetry and writing, but it became too “complex to describe through words, so I painted.”
She added, “I always think about Jesus and talk about Him. I was searching for a model of Jesus for a long time. When I couldn’t find anyone, I suggested to my family that we pray all day for God to send the right one.”
The family prayed, and then a very tall carpenter—like Jesus, who was also a carpenter—showed up at their door looking for work. Akiane remembered almost fainting when she saw him. “I told my mother that was him. I want him to be my model,” she said.
Inspired by the image in her dreams and using the carpenter as her model, Akiane painted “Prince of Peace,” a painting that is now priceless and recognized all over the world.
“Prince of Peace” showcased Akiane’s vivid and detailed techniques, which were impressive for such a young artist. The painting was sent to an exhibition but was stolen during the journey. A few years later, it was finally returned to Akiane, but when it came back, it was covered in sawdust, which she carefully cleaned off.
The family tried to share Akiane’s spiritually inspired portrait with the world again, but a clerical mistake put the painting up for sale instead of for exhibition. “Prince of Peace” was sold to a private collector, and after a long court battle to get it back, which ended with the painting stored under a dark stairwell, Akiane decided to focus on creating new masterpieces, which received praise worldwide.
Not willing to lose hope, Akiane, whose talents helped lift her family from poverty, believed she would see her “Prince of Peace” again. In the meantime, she traveled to over 30 countries, helping different groups of people with her art and sharing her message of peace and spirituality. She also kept the memory of “Prince of Peace” alive by selling more than 100,000 prints.
In 2019, something incredible happened.
The “Prince of Peace” painting was put up for sale and purchased for $850,000 by an anonymous family. It’s said this family is “one of the world’s most distinguished and esteemed families.”
The new owners see themselves as the protectors of the original painting. They believe it is their mission to safeguard it for future generations, allowing its story to inspire and touch millions of people.
After almost 20 years, Akiane unwrapped her precious “Prince of Peace.” With tears in her eyes, she dropped to her knees. In a recent CBS interview, she said, “It was amazing to me. To be able to see this in the light again, after so many years.”
She added, “It’s still surreal to me. I’m not gonna lie… Love is so powerful. It will always show up on time for people who need it most.”
“Akiane: The Early Years,” showcasing the famous “Prince of Peace” painting, is now on display at the Belóved Gallery in Marble Falls, TX.
The flight attendant approached me and requested: “Please remain seated after we land; the pilot would like to speak with you personally”
I thought my big business trip to Los Angeles would be just another day at work, but a strange request from the pilot changed everything about my past and future. My flight was supposed to be smooth, but during the two-hour journey, everything shifted. I’m an architect at a well-known firm, living my dream job after years of hard work and sleepless nights in college.
Recently, my boss gave me a chance to present a major project to investors in LA, which could lead to a long-awaited promotion. I was excited not just for the opportunity but also to make my mother, Melissa, proud. She raised me as a single parent and has always supported my dreams, even after telling me my father passed away before I was born.
After saying goodbye to Mom, I boarded the plane and settled into my seat, ready for takeoff. The flight attendants were friendly, and I was lucky to have an empty seat beside me. As the plane climbed, I felt hopeful about my presentation.
A little while into the flight, a cheerful flight attendant named Bethany approached me with drinks. When I asked for orange juice, she suddenly requested my passport. I found it odd but handed it to her. After a brief inspection, she returned it, explaining it was just a routine check.
Later, she returned and informed me that the pilot wanted to speak with me after we landed. I was puzzled about why he needed to talk and felt anxious about my tight schedule. Bethany insisted it was important, so I decided to wait.
When we landed and the cabin cleared, a tall man with graying hair walked toward me. My heart raced as I recognized him from old photos my mom had shown me; this was Steve, her childhood friend. He looked emotional as he hugged me tightly, tears streaming down his face.
Confused, I wondered what was happening. He pulled back and revealed a birthmark on his wrist that was identical to mine. Then he told me he was my father. My mind raced with disbelief. Mom had never mentioned him. Steve explained that he hadn’t known about me until years later when a friend told him. He shared how my mother had left without telling him she was pregnant, fearing he would give up his dreams for us. Hearing this shattered my understanding of my past, and I felt a strong need to confront my mother.
I called her immediately and asked why she never told me about Steve. Mom’s voice trembled as she finally explained everything. She thought she was protecting him by leaving, believing he would be better off without her.
Listening to their emotional conversation left me reeling. I had grown up believing my father was gone, only to discover he was alive and here with me now. I was torn between shock and anger at my mom’s choices.
Then, as I explained my important meeting to Steve, his expression changed. He revealed that he knew the investors very well from his time flying their private jet and could help me get in front of them. He quickly made calls and arranged for me to meet them that day.
Thanks to Steve, my meeting went even better than I expected. The investors were impressed with my project and agreed to fund it. To top it off, I received a call from my boss offering me the promotion I had hoped for. Afterward, Steve greeted me with open arms, proud of my success. I realized that this man, who was once a stranger, now played a vital role in my life.
The following week, Steve visited our house to meet Mom. It was an emotional reunion filled with tears and laughter, making me feel whole for the first time. That night, as I lay in bed, I marveled at how a routine flight had turned into the discovery of my father. This unexpected twist made me feel grateful for the future and the family I had finally begun to know.
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