List and Baptism.

List..
I like list.. 
List creates order.  Organization.
Sticky notes, notecards,  crisp new notebooks. Journals!  Oh my, am I a sucker for a new journal.  
Pens.  There is nothing like a new pen, with a smooth as silk ink flow.  No blobs at the end of each letter.  Just a smooth swish of the pen, and your list is complete.
I can't remember a day in my life when I haven't had a list.

To do list, grocery list, Christmas gift list, classes left to take in college, goals, places I wish to visit,bucket list and so on and so on... The list go on for what seems like eternity.  

My most memorable list, was a list I made when choosing what I wanted in a husband.  I made a strict list.  Some things were non negotiable. This was the best list I could have ever made. I'm thankful for my husband, who fit the bill to a T. !(33 1/2 years and counting)

Since list were such an important part of my life, I used them for my spiritual check off list.

Asked Jesus into my life.  Check
Baptized at a young age.  Check
Read my Bible every day. Check
Pray for my enemies.  Check 
Attend Bible Studies.  Check
Work harder and harder to be the best Christian possible.  Check, and check again,check again... darn.  Messed up.  
Start over.

Trying to be "good" enough to be a child of God, has been an exhausting process.
Trying, and failing,was my daily routine.
Something has to be wrong.  Maybe something was wrong with me?

I prayed an honest, earnest prayer, asking God to just please tell me what He wanted of me.(note: this is risky.  Don't ask, if you don't truly want God to answer that prayer!)

Soon after,our small group went through the book: The Good and Beautiful God by James Bryan Smith.
Smith explained, that we will never be "good" enough for God.  BUT, that God loves us anyway.  He loves me with all my flaws.  I don't have to be perfect, I just have to be "real" with God.

Most of my life, I've given God approximately 95% of my life.  He wanted it all. Here's where He answered my "prayer". There were parts of my life that I wasn't even aware that I had a clenched fist on.  God knew. He wanted that too. Letting go wasn't as easy as I hoped, and just being real, it's not always  successful to achieve.  He knows that too.  So, daily, hourly and sometimes even minute by minute I surrender ALL of me to, God. 

Since I am a list maker, I decided to make a list of  the "reasons" I felt like God was calling me to be baptized as an adult. God revealed many areas in my life that He has been  refining the past few years. It was clear, He wanted All of me, He had it, and He wanted me to be baptized to seal the deal.  I emailed my list to Charlie. His response was confirmation. (plus, I made him cry.. that's always a good sign. :-) He so sweet.

I'm sure I ticked satan off by my choice of baptism because he tortured me all week. He put thought in my mind: what will people think? they are going to think you've been a phony all these years, did you back slide and now you've "found your way back". and a lot of other negative judgmental churchy things.

My response was... Who Gives a Care! True Story.  Like Charlie says, "awww Suzanne, people will think what they want to think". Another true story.
God assured me that this is what He wanted, and so this is what He got. I am a Proud Child of God, and I am not ashamed!

 Nice Little church Bathroom shot before baptism.

 It was kind of neat having one of my previous students, now one of our pastors at North Ridge Church baptize me.*John Voncannon.

Happy Dance !!

From Christmas Past.... 1989

You need to keep a "journal", my mom would encourage.  She would make this comment after hearing the high shrill in my voice rattling off a list of things the kids had done.  She laughed.. I sighed. One December 26, I resigned with sheer exhaustion into our soft and cozy rocking chair, and preceded to "journal."   This is an excerpt from my pen in 1989.    
"Twas the night after Christmas and all through  the house ALL the creatures were stirring including a mouse. The stockings were strung from here to there, in hopes I could find them to hang for next year. The house is all lined with new toys, old toys, clothes, wrapping paper-shredded and torn, store tags, VCR tapes, diapers, and bottles, house shoes, crayons, bells and books, cups, used kleenex, magazines, ear muffs and a purse.  Theres the shirt I must return. No, I'm not a size small! A blue tug boat for Zach, I'm sure there is carpet somewhere.  Big sigh.  I spend all September, October, November and December getting ready and excited for the BIG Christmas Day.  Then, it hits.  The day after Christmas blues.  The tree is now bare, the house is a wreck, my kids all have ear infections along with the strep."

It continues on...  with bits of info of failed potty training efforts for Megan. (Note:  she did finally master this skill)  I know that's good to know.  Zach did finally sleep through the night, and Jennifer no longer requires the sleep she did when she was five.  
We've come a long way.  Sometimes, it seemed like we were dragging a 2 ton cement weight around our necks.  But, we really weren't.  I remember people telling me..."These are the good days!!"  I would roll my eyes, and think to myself, with a half grin on my face, Yah.. come live at my house with three kids under the age of 5, a farm- with all the required farm animals- that enjoyed the grass on the other side of the fence more than "in" the fence. 

Charlie and I worked our tails off, and slept occasionally. We ate more PBJ sandwiches, macaroni and cheese, than could  possibly be good for anyone. We didn't go on dates on regular basis, I didn't have pedicures, Wal-Mart was my shopping place, we didn't recycle trash, we burned it.  It's what we did in the country.  
Our house wasn't fancy, but there was LOVE.  Tons and tons of LOVE.  I didn't necessarily enjoy the stress we endured, nor did I appreciate the "good" times, but I can look back now and see that there were a few things that made us the people we are today.  
We loved God with all we had!  Our kids knew Jesus was why we celebrated Christmas, but His death on the cross, and resurrection, was why we can live eternity with Him. 
Hard work, is just that.. it's HARD. You work harder than expected, expect nothing in return.   We didn't have much, but what we did have we worked for and appreciated.  We weren't owed anything. We didn't expect anything.  
Life can be really tough, but you never stop, you MOVE forward. You treat others like you want to be treated, only better.  Don't say ugly things to people. Learned from our mistakes. Never say never.
We just took one day at a time, that turned into weeks, months and now years later.
Charlie and I are beyond blessed with our kids, but what really makes us do the silly-happy dances-with goofy voices, and faces are:  Savannah, Sam, Mason, Stella, Reid, Jaxon and Gavin.
God has blessed us to much!  

Enjoy the Little Things in Life, For One Day You'll Look Back and Realize They were the BIG things.

 Merry Christmas!!

God, Me and Billy

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Coffee's ready.

Deep breath. Time to rise, and I'll shine after a shower.

I gather my bible, devotion, pen,notecards and coffee. I'm ready. I've become somewhat routine.  I'm good with that.

I curl up in my comfy chair, Gracie at my side as always. Piping hot coffee on the end table. Its fragrance begs for one sip before I begin.

     I open my Billy Graham devotion book Hope for each day; and I imagine Rev. Graham sitting in the chair next to me. With his coffee in hand, we smile, and read a section from the Bible and discuss what it means and how to apply it to this crazy life of today. I imagine his voice as I've heard it many times on television, soft, kind, with a North Carolina southern drawl, but complete with a confident matter a fact tone about the absolutes of God's word. He would sip his coffee, cross his legs, bend slightly forward and listen as I read aloud.

     On this particular morning our devotion was in Jeremiah 31:3.  "I have loved you with an everlasting love; Therefore with lovingkindness I have drawn you."   He went on to describe the depth of God's love for us.  Even if we were standing so deep in sin at the gates of hell, that God still loved us with His everlasting love! The proof? Jesus.
     I was so moved by his examples, and yet another promise from God, that I decided to look the verse up in my bible, to underline and make a note. (This is not uncommon for me.  I love writing and documenting in my Bible all that God has shown me and to jot a note of "thanks" to my Lord, when he opens my eyes to more of His promises.) He is so good.
    So, you can imagine my confusion when I opened my Bible and I read:

1This is what the Lord said to me: “Go and buy yourself a linen undergarment and put it on, but do not put it in water.”2So I bought underwear as the Lord instructed me and put it on.

3Then the word of the Lord came to me a second time: 4“Take the underwear that you bought and are wearing, and go at once to the Euphrates and hide it in a rocky crevice.” 

Hummm... Oh,Billy, Billy, Billy. I think something is not quite right.  Honestly, I was at a loss of words.  Ok.. I am reading from the HCSB.  But, I don't think the wording would be that different. So, I close my Bible.  Look at the verse in my devotion book.  Reread.  Open my Bible again.  And there I am.  God telling me to go buy underwear.  I'm thinking, maybe this is a sign to go to Victoria Secrets.  Could be. But, I was really confused on why He would ask me to put them on, but don't put them in water, then later take them off and go hide them in a rocky crevice.

For a third time ( note, I am a little slow in the morning with just a sip or two of coffee) I closed my Bible.  Reread what Billy wrote, and opened my Bible again.  This time it hit me!!  I had turned to Jeremiah 13:3.  NOT Jeremiah 31:3

Well, I'm sure if Billy had really been sitting next to me, he and I would have had a good laugh. I would refill his coffee cup and laughed again at the thought of hiding my underwear in a rocky crevice.

I read Jeremiah 31:3 again, smiled and felt comforted with the everlasting Love that God has for us.

I thanked God for His Love and for starting my day with a chuckle.  God does have a sense of humor.

 

Dear Santa….

Dear Santa,

         I know I’m a little old to be writing you, but I am one of your most loyal Christmas supporters!  I decorate the tree with the upmost care; hanging each ornament with love and affection. Remembering stories behind each trinket, with kind thoughts of the gifter.   Christmas is, after all a time to share memories, to aspire hopes and dreams that anything is possible.

        

         This year, as I reflect on the past few years, I would like to ask for more love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.  I would like this packaged up in a nice box with red shiny paper with a glimmering silver bow that twinkles in the light.  I would keep the box on the end table with the lid set a jar, so that I would be able to open the box at a moments notice, and pull out some kindness, or perhaps, some gentleness and patience.

         Dear Santa sir, by any chance,do you have deep down in your bag, enough of this treasure to share all over the world? What if, instead of giving gifts of selfishness, rudeness and disrespect, we handed out the true treasures in life?

           In 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 it describes love. “ Love is patient, love is kind.  It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It does not dishonor others, it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trust, always hopes, always perseveres. “

         I’m sorry Santa, but I don’t think you will be able to fulfill my Christmas wish.  Don’t get me wrong, I still beam with excitement as we drive through neighborhoods with lights shining and shouting Merry Christmas!  I get a child like thrill run through my body as I hang the stockings on the fireplace with care.  The mystery of how you could possibly travel all over the world on one snowy night will always be just that, a mystery. 

         Thank you Santa for the fun and excitement of the possibility of you. But, as a grown up, I realize everything I ask for this Christmas comes from the Greatest Gift Giver ever. My heavenly Father sent his son as a gift to us all. Jesus.

Matthew 22: 37Jesus replied: “ ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ 38This is the first and greatest commandment. 39And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’

Love God, Love People.  This will make a Very Merry Christmas possible.

Merry Christmas to All !

Love,

Suzanne

History and the Family Tree

Luke 2:8And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

9And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

10And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

11For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

12And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

13And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,

14Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

In the 3rd grade, the most important part of our Christmas program in the public school, was memorizing and reciting the Christmas story from Luke. KJV.

It still rings true today.  It's a part of my history.

To say, "I love Christmas" would be an understatement.  We have three Christmas trees in our house.  One tree holds special memories.  History.

This year, as Charlie and I put up our trees, I couldn't help but shed a tear or two.  The older I get the more tears I shed.  Some would say hormonal, sentimental, I would say, I've become more thankful for the small things in life, and extremely blessed.

Charlie called this particular tree, our "Family Tree".  Many ornaments represent different times and stages in our lives.

This ornament was given to Charlie and I our first Christmas together, almost 32 years ago.   It is my most precious and prized ornament.  Charlie reminds me many times that we have a great history together.  The intriguing thing about history, is that it is in the past. You can't live in the past. That would get old.  God calls us to live in the present and to depend on Him daily. He will supply all our needs.  Press on to the prize ahead. 

Memories can be tasted.
Most leave a mouth-watering taste on your pallet, savoring it to the end.  Some are an aquired taste, and can be testing.  But, testing memories, make you appreciate the mouth-watering memories all the more.

Our Family Ornament. 
Our family has grown a great deal.  We have been more than blessed!

Memories of our sweet little children. 

A Christmas Tree, with your child's art work, is a Christmas tree with history.

Sweet Savory Memories.

My sweet little Grandma Leachman made this little girl ornament for me when I was 12 years old. My Grandma was so funny.  She always made you feel loved, and always made you laugh!

This little angel hangs delicately in the tree.  When you push down on her halo, she recites the Christmas story from Luke 2.  Savannah loves this angel.  She carefully pushes her "crown" with her tiny little fingers, stands at the tree, and waits for her to speak.  The word of God is powerful.

The snowflake, was made by my friend, Beverly Allman's mother.  They are the most delicate snowflakes.  They add the finishing touches on the tree. Our tree is not complete without them.

"H" is for Hayes 

Hayes is the name my husband gave me.  For that, I am proud.

He tells me I wear it well.

He brought me this leaf ornament from Canada.  It is made from a real maple leaf, with gold plate.

He knows I LOVE Christmas.

The best gift I could receive for Christmas is time with my husband, kids and grand kids.  There is nothing like family.

I love it when my husband tells me that next to Christ, I am God's gift to him.

I am so thankful for him.  God is good.  

Alaska

Alaska.  
The sky was bluer. The air was fresher. The water was colder !!
I have never seen such beauty in all my life.  
God was definitely having a great time when He created Alaska.  
You cannot look at it's magnificent majestic beauty and
 not believe in an Almighty Creator.

Charlie and I were blessed and honored to have his parents on this cruise.  It was their first cruise.  Nelda just giggled with delight.  Bob grinned his serious grin.  But deep down inside, he was having a good time.

This is the love of my life.  I love this man!  We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.  We can't wait to go back and see more of Alaska.  It's definitely worth seeing more than once. 

Silly Bear with Nelda and myself.

What?  Bob is grinning!!!

Another picture of Charlie and I.  This is on deck of the ship in the Glacier Bay.

Charlie and his dad.. This was a great day!
Note:  Bob is smiling.
We were about to board a Sea Plane to fly over the
Glaciers!

Anthony taking pictures of whales on our Whale /Otter Watching excursion.
We saw plenty of both!!  Some were really close!

My sweet husband carrying my bag.  What a man!  Boarding our Sea Plane.  I was scared to death, but ended up having the time of my life!!  It was great!

A picture says a 1000 words!

Walking around Victoria BC.  It was windy and cool.  My kind
of weather!

This is just sweet!!

Alaska

Anthony and Wanda!  Our newly created Cruising Addicts!!
So glad they were able to go with us!

Isn't he cute!  This is on Glacier Bay. 

Whale back coming up!

Hello!!  Mr. Whale Tale!

Glacier Bay!

Charlie, Me, Nelda, Bob Wanda, and Anthony!

Me and my love!

Reminds me of Genesis.  In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
Is this what God saw?
How blessed we felt to be there.
God is so good.