Peru, Here They come

Yes, sweet bloggy friends, I know that it's a hit or miss with my posts! That's just the way we are rolling during this season of life! But....I did want to share some fun pictures with you all today as our Peru Mission Team left a few hours ago.  They are headed for the airport in Atlanta, then to the airport in Miami, then to the airport in Lima, Peru, and then to the airport in Cuzco, Peru! I am tired simply typing out all of these checkpoints!

During the next ten days, they will be traveling (of course!), rebuilding an orphanage in Urubamba (Not sure if that's the exact spelling, but it's how I sounded it out. Spell check didn't know either!), playing with the children that Scripture Union is serving, and sharing the love of Christ to the "least of these." After trips such as these, many times we find that those who we think we are going to serve, actually serve us instead! They have so little, and they are still filled with the joy that only comes from Christ. My prayer for them is Col. 3:23--"Whatever you do, do it enthusiastically, as something done for the Lord, and not for man."

Thank you in advance for your prayers. Our entire family did this mission trip last year.  This year, my oldest, will be representing our family. He is surrounded by precious ones from our church and nearby churches.  Here are some pics that I took this morning as they packed up the bus and headed down I-85!



You live among the least of these, the weary and the weak

  And it would be a tragedy for me to turn away. 

All my needs You have supplied 

When I was dead you gave me life

How could I not give it away so freely?

And I'll follow You into the homes of the broken

I'll follow You into the world

I'll meet the needs for the poor and the needy God

I'll follow you into the world.

Use my hands, use my feet to make Your kingdom come

To the corners of the earth until Your work is done.

'Cause faith without works is dead

 And on the cross Your blood was shed

 So how could we not give it away so freely?

And I'll follow You into the homes of the broken

I'll follow You into the world

I'll meet the needs for the poor and the needy God

I'll follow you into the world.

Sweet blessings,

Susan

Summer Project #1

You know, even in the middle of wildness with the end of school, I need a crafty project to help me refocus just for awhile.  This week, I was thumbing through this month's "Southern Living" and a picture caught my eye.  It was the floor of a porch on a house down in Louisiana.  It was a lovely blue with portions of dark brown peeking through from distressing.  Hmmm.....I have dark brown on the floor of my back porch.  Pondering....

The floor is ugly and worn....but I love my back porch.

Yes, grace is there....a cute sign created and purchased from a homeless shelter in a downtown church.

And a variety of shells from our many wonderful trips to the beach....such sweet memories.

But the dingy 20 plus year old paint remains....until the picture in the magazine reminds me that Lowes is just down the road a ways!   So....a shopping I go!  Love this shade of blue!  It's called  Woodlawn Blue Angel. 

And so.....it begins! Since I do not like to tape off while painting--a lazy streak---I am very meticulous as I sweep the color on.  And, another important factor that Hubby reminded me about is not to paint myself into a corner!  He is so sweet :).

After two days and two coats of paint, I am done!  All of the porch furniture is back in place. A sense of new and fresh replaces the old and dingy.  I like it.  Several of you all have shared about your upcoming projects on FB with me.  Let me know when they are done and post those pictures!

Happy Memorial Day!

How Deep Are Your Roots?

I love this picture of the tree by the stream.  It reminds me that if I am going to keep growing in my faith, I have to grow my roots deep in His Word.  And, sometimes, it isn't easy!

During this season, I am praying about several opportunities that let me serve Him right here at home.  They are mission based, but don't require immunizations or passports.  So, I pray and I wait.  I pray and wait some more.  And, some more!  I learn to listen....to Him through His Word, devotionals, songs, prayers, and folks that I know are walking along that path with God. I see. I hear. I get it!  But, then I question myself! This is a hard thing that He is asking me to do in some ways.  It requires complete trust and obedience.  You know, some days I believe I can do it, and a few hours later, I am questioning again!  Mercy! Do any of you all ever feel that way?

  But then, I go to His Word and hear Him speak to that place in my heart--the place only He can fill:

³⁵ For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. ³⁶ I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me.’
³⁷ “Then these righteous ones will reply, ‘Lord, when did we ever see you hungry and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink? ³⁸ Or a stranger and show you hospitality? Or naked and give you clothing? ³⁹ When did we ever see you sick or in prison and visit you?’
⁴⁰ “And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters,^[a] you were doing it to me!’  Matthew 25: 35-40

I have heard this Scripture all of my life.  It's not a new one that God gently led me to.  But, I saw it with fresh eyes and a tender heart yesterday.  That's how He speaks to me....when I am not  really looking...He surprises me with a Word. I just love surprises!

 Praying about growing my roots deeper, my friends.

Sweet blessings,
Susan

Tea Anyone?

As one gets a bit older in age--I really am not referring to myself or my friends here---one realizes that one needs to slow down (Did those words actually come from my mouth?) and just visit.  Mama and Daddy used to tell me that constantly.  Oh, I tried to sit and visit, but when I could see that the dishes needed to be unloaded from the dishwasher, or I needed to throw another load of laundry in the dryer, I would keep "visiting" but would begin to multi-task.  My sweet hubby reminds me that when I multi-task, things don't always work out for the best--the way that I invision.  I hate to admit it, and please don't tell him, but he is right! Shhh!

For the past few years, a darling girl that I grew up with (we're talking kindergarten all the way through high school) has been organizing a yearly get-together with the girls in our high school class.  The last two years when I saw the date, I already had plans.  This year, "darling girl that I grew up with" let me know 6 months in advance the date of our get together! In essence, put this on your calendar now and do not plan anything else! So, I did! Mercy!

The day came for the luncheon.  I drove down to Columbia to ride with another friend to the restaurant.  I have no sense of direction, so I figured it would be the smarter thing to do than to ride around the state of SC for an extra 45 minutes looking for this little town! On the way to Ridgeway, my other friend mentioned that we would have to wear hats....I'm thinking that my running hat is 100 miles back at home.  Guess I won't wear a hat.  And, found out that this restaurant was a tea room! Mercy! I have never done a tea room before! I'm a chick-fil-a gal through and through! I simply decided that I wouldn't worry about it! I just wouldn't wear a hat.  Period.

Weeeelllll, when we got to the restaurant, 10 of my friends that I had not seen in FOREVER y'all...and I mean over 30 years for some of us....came up and suddenly, this huge lump formed in my throat! Mercy! Tears flowed as we hugged and loved on each other! It was so good to see the precious girls that I had grown up with.  It was truly a blessing from above as we played dress up in big old floppy hats just as some of us had done years ago in the little red playhouse in my backyard.  Time stood still for awhile.

We were served lunch, and it was simply delicious! We tried varieties of hot teas...and the girls at my table agreed that we liked our plain 'ol sweet iced tea the best!  We caught up on children, grandchildren ( I still cannot get over the fact that some of my sweet young girlfriends are young grandmothers!!), husbands, and others who couldn't be there.  It was truly a sweet time.  When we had to leave, it was so hard.  More hugs and kisses and " I love you's" went around the group.  Y'all, time does not stand still.  I believe that it gets a little faster each day.  Make each day count.  Don 't wait until tomorrow.  Make that phone call or write that note (snail mail is still wonderful!). Make plans to sit and visit for awhile with your friends.  It's so worth every sweet moment.

Wanted to share a few of the pictures that I took--and that my friend Teri took too! Hope you enjoy!

Sweet blessings,
Susan

"My GOD is so big, so strong and so mighty......"



That was the song that came to mind when I saw this fun picture when I was in Nashville back in November.  After a great women's conference, I headed over to Franklin to visit with friends that I hadn't seen in years.  Kim and I spent time laughing, taking pictures (of course!), eating and shopping.  It was so much fun!

Makes me realize how strong and mighty our God truly is.  I trust Him with the big ticket items....but how about the small, everyday things? Something I have done forever is learning.  I know what good study habits look like and apply them when learning new information.  I try to convey this to my kids as well!! Sometimes, I am successful!

This year, rather than making New Year's Resolutions, I have decided to try to memorize Scripture.  Some amazing ladies have really encouraged me--y'all know who you are!  Seems like this should be a relatively easy task, right? Wrong-o! It's not a strength of mine.  A beautiful woman in my Bible study whose heart is so big for God, encouraged myself and others to ask the Holy Spirit to teach us.  So, I think I am going to take her advice and pray about this small item....but it's huge to me! To hide His Word in my heart, to be able to share it with others without fumbling through the concordance, to share what He has taught me....wow!  There truly is "...nothing my God cannot do!"

Sweet blessings,

Susan



Running the Race

Last week can be summed up in one word....busy!  I don't believe that much of anything around housework was started much less completed!  I had deadlines, meetings, appointments, etc.--all good stuff! Then, I left before the crack of dawn on Saturday morning for a half- marathon (13.1 miles) in Columbia.  It was a beautiful but windy day all over the south! The gun sounded and away we went. The first seven miles were amazing! I was running faster than I needed to be, but that was ok--I knew that there were hills and lots of them coming up around the corner.  Hills are not friends to most runners!  And, Child #1 was going to meet me with a few miles left and run me in over the hardest part of the course--if he remembered to set his alarm and roll out of bed! The race course finished a few feet away from his dorm at USC.

Several hours further south in Savannah, Ga., many of my friends were toeing the line for a marathon (26.2 miles).  One of my closest friends and running partner, Phebe, was there as well. She was going to be running with a dear friend of ours, Tom, from church. Phebe's husband and Tom's wife were going to meet them at mile 25 and run with them to the finish. 

My race finished up, and we had gone to grab a sandwich and tea for lunch.  While my friend, Ginnie, and I were eating, my cell phone rang. I saw that it was Phebe.  I knew that she had finished the marathon and would give me all of the details.  But, these were details that I never expected to hear.....ever. It's really hard to even type this a few days later.  Phebe was sobbing when I answered the phone. Trying to process what she was saying, I heard "Tom," "collapsed" and "not good."  Tom had been running with her and pacing her throughout the race. Tom is a faster runner than both of us.  He was not struggling with the pace.  He had prepared for this race.  He is a great athlete--runner and cyclist.  Tom is 58 years old and in amazing shape. At mile 23, he stopped to adjust his knee brace, and Phebe kept going. She turned to see if he was coming and watched him collapse to the ground. She rushed to him shouting for help....paramedics were 50 feet away. A nurse running the course stopped and stayed with her and prayed with her. They took Tom to the hospital in one ambulance, and Phebe rode in another. She called Tom's wife and told her that Tom had collapsed and was on the way to the hospital. 

Deep prayer filled our table at lunch miles away. I called my husband and our minister. I texted a friend who was at the race in Savannah waiting on her husband to finish. She was able to go to the hospital to be with them. Then, the phone call came from Phebe. Tom didn't make it. While running the longest physical race he had ever run, he completed the spiritual race of life. He literally ran into the arms of Jesus. Jesus was waiting for him at the finish line.

Y'all, we are all still in shock. All of our community. We know that God is good and has a plan and a purpose for us all. He also has a kingdom calendar. Tom has a new birthday on it now....November 5, 2011.  Enjoy every minute that God has given you here with your family and friends. We are not promised that all of our time here will be easy....we live in a fallen world. But, we have hope in Christ!  I would simply ask that you cover Cindy, Tom's wife and my sweet friend, and her family in your prayers. Also, please, please keep Phebe in prayer as well.

"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.  Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on the day--and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing."  2Timothy 4:7-8

Sweet blessings,
Susan

De-cluttering My Heart

I went to the hall closet the other day to search for wrapping paper. When I opened the door, several items came tumbling down....a single glove--no mate in sight, a winter hat from Peru, tissue paper for gift bags, etc.  You get the picture! I had to pull out the vacuum cleaner and look into the deep dark depths for my cute polka dot paper.  It wasn't there!

How many times have you been on the hunt for something, and due to your lack of not putting things where they belong, could not find the item needed? Any hands out there?? Mine shot up before I even finished typing that sentence! Mercy!

All of this to say that our hearts can become cluttered just like our closets, our mini vans, our garages.  Today in our Bible study, our teacher shared some insights as to this matter. We are studying With All Your Heart by Brenda Blankenship which is based on The Beatitudes and the Fruit of the Spirit. It's an amazing study that ties these together. I want to highlight a few points from today and get your opinions.

• Our hearts can become cluttered just like out closets.  If they stay too cluttered, we tend to forget the sight and sound and fragrance of Jesus.  We're too busy to spend time with Him.  There's no room in our hearts for His presence.
• We must learn to make Jesus the center of our attention, the focal point of all we do, the object of our concentration if we want to maintain a healthy heart.

I don't know about you, but I need, I desire a healthy heart!  "Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God." Matthew 5:8.  If my heart is not pure, de-cluttered, not focused, then I have a big problem! I will not see God!  I want to see Him everyday! I need Him every minute of everyday whether I realize it or not.  Do you remember that beautiful hymn, "Turn Your Eyes upon Jesus?"  It's one of my favorites! It is a great reminder of focusing on Him--on His goodness and righteousness.  He is the ONLY one who can clear our cluttered hearts.

Running to Him now for some de-cluttering!

Sweet Blessings,