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There are No Words

Waiting for a Photo

Our Creator’s Handiwork

“Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, Nor have entered into the heart of man The things which God has prepared for those who love Him.” I Corinthians 2:9

There are no words to describe God’s timing.

Teary-eyed, tired, and not anxious to face another night alone, I approached my house as the sun was sinking in the west. Across the road, a field of deer caught my eye. They stood waiting as I turned around in my driveway for a better view. Peace filled my heart and soul; I knew God’s abounding love and presence were with me and life would be okay.

There are no words to capture this moment with my son.

As my son Michael braved the chilly winds to replace my tattered American flag, I was overwhelmed by his respect for family and for our nation. He slowly lowered the weathered flag. With great care, he folded it cautiously as if the world were looking on, then solemnly handed it to me. Our eyes teared as we recalled a folded flag handed to me not so long ago.

There are no words to adequately share the memories.

For three days, I never left the house. I sorted ‘stuff’! Proudly I mustered the strength to tote four heavy bags to the dumpster; along with tattered suitcases and … well, stuff! The frustration of such accumulation was quickly eased as I thought of what riches my trash would be to those in need. Weary, worn, and blessed, I snuggled by the fireplace with a lap full of ‘treasures’ to explore.

There are no words…

I visited a church out of town Sunday. The pastor’s message from Matthew on doubt tugged at my very soul. Why am I so amazed as I go from church to church to find God always has a message to strengthen and enrich my heart and soul? Always!

There are no words to express the value of laughter.

I had no intention of stopping at a busy cafe as I headed back home Sunday. Yet, I parked in a crowded lot and was seated at a tiny table in the corner. Choosing not to join others when asked, I slowly savored my food as I listened to infectious chatter. The smiles, giggles, and laughter drew my thoughts to what it means to be a part of the family of God.

There are no words to express the love Jesus has for you.

When I think of what it means to know that I know that I know Jesus lives within my heart—wow! Seriously, there are no words. I pray often for each of you on my reader’s list; if you are ever unsure of Jesus’ unfailing love for you…contact me!

Much prayer, love, and hugs,

Finding Peace in My Storm

Peaceful Setting at Harmony Baptist Church

“You, Lord, keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you.” Isaiah 26:3

As long as many can remember, this grand old tree faithfully shaded the church, cemetery, and road, providing a safe place for folk on Sunday and through the week. Only time will tell how many souls have found peace and rest in Jesus in the comfort of that sturdy oak.

From across the land, people gathered here to encourage one another after a funeral. Many weary travelers found rest as they picnicked in safety. Folks lingered long in its cool shade after a Sunday dinner at church; it was family time.

Today, not even a stump remains as wind and storms have taken their toll. Gone, too, are many of those pictured above including my sweet hubby. I am left with this lone photo. Precious as the memories are, it’s often not enough. I long to pull up under that old tree once more and hear the chatter. I ache to hug and be hugged by so many who have gone Home before me.

As I write today; I have to add to this dilemma the state of our country. This very day I ponder, what next will be but a memory? I really wonder, do you?

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.” Proverbs 3:5-6

In the midst of my peril, God’s Holy Spirit nudges my soul. He reminds me (and us) that He will never leave or forsake me. His plan is greater than I can imagine. When I miss my loved ones; and yes, even the tree, I can trust Him. When it seems we are sliding further into a sinful society, I can trust Him.

“Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Philippians 4:13

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I am praying with and for many of you who have lost loved ones this past year or so. Also, trusting God that, in His time, He will answer our prayers concerning our nation and the world.

In the meantime, let’s pray for one another and cling to the memories!

Looking forward to hearing from you; praying with and for you.

Hugs,

Choosing to Celebrate

MY SS class painting Blessing Tree on Wall

Future Pastor FBC Fair Play

Most of These Young Ones are Now Parents! Yikes! I’m OLD!

Sunday morning, August 21, 2022, I concluded a week-long celebration of my precious husband’s first anniversary in Heaven! Grandson Rusty and I attended the last church he pastored before ‘retiring’ in 2000. Their great pastor, David Stunkel surrendered to preach under Russell’s ministry. His children were in my Sunday School class at Fair Play FBC. What joy!

Sunday night I celebrated at the last church Russell supplied the pulpit, Union Mound Southern Baptist. With their permission, I told Russell’s favorite story and thanked them for their ministry to him through the years. Afterward, the Pastor asked the congregation to share their favorite memories of Russell; wow! Tears of joy!

Yes, I am celebrating. Yes, I am sad and lonely, and I miss him more than words can express. I would not choose to begin year two without him. Yet, I know, I KNOW, there will be a great reunion one of these days.

From earlier in the week: Russell and I rarely had sporting events, camping, or fairs and such on our agenda. However, we could spend hours sipping a soda and waiting for God’s appointments. So, with a prayer on my heart, I bravely made the solo trip to Springfield Sam’s Club and ordered our usual pizza slice and drink, trusting God to fill my empty heart. And God did not fail me!

As I watched the people, an energetic young girl in the food line with what I assumed was her grandparents was telling all who would listen that it was her 10th birthday.

“Do you have a pocket?” I asked, “I have something you can keep in your pocket for your birthday.”

As she eagerly took the Little Bible from my hands her face lit up. I was told she loves reading the Bible and would treasure this gift. I learned, too, that they were not her grandparents, but foster parents adopting her. WOW!

As they gathered their things to leave, little Cindy jumped into my lap and gave me the biggest hugs ever! Her dad handed me his business card as he thanked me for the good chat. Not surprisingly, he was a pastor. Interestingly, his very, very uncommon last name was the same as my first husband’s stepdad. As I fought back tears and unpleasant memories, I prayed.

“God in heaven, thank You for reminding me in this subtle way of your eternal presence in my life. Before I was born you had a plan for me. Certainly, I have made many wrong turns, but You always steered me back on the path…always.”

And, nothing in my life has been for naught.

If you struggle on your journey or fail to find meaning in your life, drop me a line. You may enjoy this post: https://www.susiekinslowadams.com/2020/10/31/children-are-our-greatest-treasure/

Looking forward to hearing from you,

Hugs,