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Summer Camp Day One Watercolor Crab -Assignment one-2

The best thing about summer is the wide open spaces that it brings giving us time to breathe sweet honeysuckle air, eat orange popsicles, go for hikes, and slowly watch the sun go down as lightening bugs decorate the trees. It is a time to stop the frantic everyday pace and welcome each day with open hearts to see God in the little moments.

 However, summer has not begun this way for me as I somehow feel more busy than ever, so I find God asking me to carve out time. To make space, to take a break from a few things so I can think and find my way back to hearing his voice again. He seems to be asking me to clear away the clutter in my mind so that I can be present in this moment and all that it brings.

 That being said I wanted to let you know that I feel that I need to take a few months of rest from my blog . It seems my heart needs time and space just to be. So I might post some of my artwork or things God is showing me from time to time, but will take a break from regular posts for a bit. I will be seeking God for direction with my blog and I hope to return soon refreshed and with a new vision for what He has for me.

With much love and gratefulness in my heart for each of you!

A Cleft in the Rock

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A Cleft in the Rock

By Susie Teramura

 

I feel like

I can’t get

Words out.

 

Words are there,

But packed in

So tightly

That they seem

Wrinkled,

And when I

Pull them out

They don’t seem

Useful anymore,

 

Disfigured

Out of shape

Not what I mean.

 

What are words

To describe You anyway

And all

That You are?

 

What kind of

Words could

Possibly describe

The grandness,

 

What words could

Do justice to

that kind of love,

 

That grace so big,

So generous,

So over the top,

The kind that

oozes out

All over

Everything.

 

Pondering this

As I was looking up

at those rocks,

Thousands of miles

from home,

The mountains,

Upon mountains,

All I could think

About was

You

Solid, immovable,

You.

 

The grandness

Of them

Of You, 

Left my

Mouth open,

My chin

Hanging,

And words stuck

In my throat.

 

And then,

Littlest one

Runs over,

On this hike of ours

And calls to me

“ Look Mommy”

As she tucks

Herself into

A cleft in the rock.

 

She calls me to come

And I fit too

And feel

The enormous red rock

Next to my skin,

And I feel safe,

And the words

Start to pour out

Like sweet syrup

all over

both of our hearts,

As You bring to mind

That verse about

Hiding Your

Beloved in

The cleft of the rock,

And I tell her the good news

That our God

Is the one

who thinks of

everything and

will keep us safe.

It is his pleasure,

It is his way.

 

And so we pause

There in the

Cleft of the rock

And think of

Your big Hand

holding us in there,

And peace laps like

water over my soul.

 

I am cared for,

Loved and hidden,

In your heart,

Soild, immovable

forever and

For always

 

Exodus 33:22

22 and while My glory is passing by, I will put you in a cleft of the rock and protectively cover you with My hand until I have passed by.

1 Samuel 2:2

“There is no one holy like the Lord, There is no one besides You, There is no Rock like our God.

 Psalm 18:2

The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and the One who rescues me; My God, my rock and strength in whom I trust and take refuge; My shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower—my stronghold

 Psalm 27:5

For in the day of trouble He will hide me in His shelter; In the secret place of His tent He will hide me; He will lift me up on a rock.

 Psalm 71:3

Be to me a rock of refuge and a sheltering stronghold to which I may continually come;

 

Someday

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Someday

By Susie Teramura

Waves swirl

Foamy, over my

Sandy feet.

Bits of blue sky

Peek out.

Late afternoon clouds

Settle in.

Sitting by

The waters edge,

Blue and green

Turtle chair,

Mostly wet now.

Waiting for him

To catch something,

To pull out of

That nothingness,

Something exciting,

One of those ‘someday’

Kinds of catches.

After all, it’s our

Last day here,

Everyone wanting to

To make more

Memories

To add to

That red bucket

Of shells.

Rod bends,

Tip down,

The reeling

In begins.

Line zings.

In comes

A baby shark.

Sleek and leathery.

Pictures are snapped

And texted to friends,

Shark thrown

Back in.

Walking back through

Tide pools warm

Searching for

Something living

In there.

And I see

Beneath the sand

The shape of a star

Gently reaching

Under it

Millions of hairy

Feet moving

Wavelike,

Across my hand.

My heart stops

With joy

Knowing You

Heard  thoughts

Uttered, silent,

About my, ‘someday,’

How I wanted to

Hold a starfish

Someday.

And now,

Our last day here,

On the east coast,

Where starfish

Are hard to

Come by,

You have

Put one in my hand.

And my mind

Starts turning,

And churning,

On the fact

That You heard.

You know

All my secret

‘Someday’ wishes.

Not one of them

Is silly to You.

You know them well.

Even the bigger ones

That seem like

Fairytale wishing,

The ones I have

Given up on,

And decided

In someway

Are foolish,

Selfish things

To be discarded,

But I see You now

Smiling hard at me.

You have collected

My ‘somedays,’

Treasures

In a bottle,

They are

Pieces of me.

Pieces that

You love,

That You

Planted there,

Buried deep.

But are

Being gently

Washed up

By the waves

Of life’s troubles.

These remnants

Of my heart

Which I am

Just now beginning

To discover,

Have been there

All along.

It is Your

Pleasure,

And delight,

To show me,

To bless me.

To encourage me

That You haven’t

Forgotten

My ‘somedays,’

You haven’t

overlooked them,

Or counted them

Not important enough

To see,

But instead

You are

Working out

Your beautiful

Plan in me.

I take one last look at

The starfish

And I let him

Out to sea

And realize that

Things are not

As they

Often seem,

You are

Making life

More beautiful

Than my

best

‘Someday’

Dream.

Isaiah 64:4

For from days of old no one has heard, nor has ear perceived, Nor has the eye seen a God besides You, Who works and acts in behalf of the one who [gladly] waits for Him.

Psalm 18:18-20 (AMP)

But the Lord was my support

He brought me out into a broad place;

He rescued me because He was pleased with me and delighted in me.

Psalm 139: 1-4

O Lord, you have searched me [thoroughly] and have known me.You know when I sit down and when I rise up [my entire life, everything I do];

You understand my thoughts from afar.

You scrutinize my path and my lying down,

And You are intimately acquainted with all my ways.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blue Heron

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We went on vacation to Hilton Head  Island, South Carolina last week and had such a great time. The island is full of wildlife and has many beautiful birds, like the Blue Heron. In Val Web’s Draw, Paint and Letter class our assignment was to watercolor a heron. This fit perfectly with our time away. So here is my very rough watercolored Heron. (I want to try again but am overcome with laundry at the moment!!😉 )

Also I thought to share these rough quick ink drawings we we had to do for letter I in  Carla’s Y is for Yellow class. I have done these before and actually  really like making them. Because they are done with an ink dropper, I somehow lower my expectations and just enjoy the process, being thankful if anything good comes of them!

Re- Minder

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Re- Minders

By Susie Teramura

 I didn’t have a chance to write a poem this week as our oldest two just got home from college and we are going to the beach in a few days, but it was on my heart to share one of the reminders I have on my phone. I like to write verses that are meaningful to me on my phone. I write the actual verse then underneath it I rewrite the verse in my own words to make it mine. I then set an alarm on my phone as a reminder to read it at certain times in the day. Anyway, I wanted to share one with you. Please feel free to put this on your phone(or try this with a verse you love)  to help re- mind you of Gods truth  and love for you today!  

with much love,

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Isaiah 43:4

 “… You are precious and honored in my sight ….I love you.”

 

I am considered a treasure to God;

held near to his heart.

I am in His grip

because His feelings

are that strong for me.

He sets me up

and speaks highly

of me.

He puts me

in a place

for all to see;

His trophy

and prize.

Project 1 – Farm Animals

For my class Y is for Yellow we had our first project deadline this weekend. We had to complete a series of work. It was up to us what we wanted to do but it needed to be connected and something of our own. For this project I chose to make more of the wire animals, but do a farm series. My mother in law asked if I would make her a rooster for the up coming Japanese New Year. That was my starting point, however making this rooster was the hardest animal I have made yet! I learned some things about myself from doing this project. I don’t like deadlines!! I had trouble enjoying the process and found myself stressed out a lot. Making these on my own time frame I find restful and fun. Anyway, I am proud of myself for completing these on time  mostly,as this was a big goal  and challenge for me.🙂

New Every Morning

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New Every Morning

By Susie Teramura

So there it is, open,

On my bathroom counter

Mixed into the mess

Of makeup,

And toothpaste,

And all the makings

Of my morning,

Your Word sitting there.

My mind brewing

Like a fresh cup of coffee

On all the things

Waiting for

Me today,

The things that

Need to get done,

The troubles still there

In the fresh morning air.

And I read it quickly,

Between minty fresh gargles,

This favorite verse,

Already written

Deep on my heart,

But this time

It’s the first few words,

That stop me,

“But this I call to mind…

And therefore I have hope,”

And I am thinking,

About my mind,

And the thoughts

I call on and

Invite to come

And sit down,

To be my companions

For the day.

What kind of

Company am I keeping

What are my

“This” and “therefore. “

And it doesn’t take long

To see who is

Waiting at my door

Trying to make their way in

For the day,

Worry, fear and

Their like-minded friends.

So today I pause and decide

Like a school patrol guard,

To hold them at bay.

And to read on,

And digest the words,

That usher in hope instead.

Speaking them aloud

To my soul,

Till they stick

In my head.

Because of Your loving kindness

I will not be consumed,

Overtaken or destroyed.

Your compassion,

Deep sympathy,

And tender feelings for me

Will never change,

Or fail,

Every morning You

Serve them up, fresh,

Like bacon and eggs

A satisfying, life-giving, feast

For my soul.

Your faithfulness,

And constant affection

Toward me will never end.

Lord, You are my

Inheritance and my portion,

You are my reward.

Therefore I will wait

Patiently for You

To come and fix

This mess of mine.

To rescue me from

All that comes

Against me.

I will trust You,

And hide myself

In You today,

Knowing that

I belong to You.

I pull the brush through

My hair one last time,

And glance at

The mirror

With different eyes.

Everything will be ok ,

I am, beloved,

A daughter of

The Most High.

Lamentations 3:21-24

But this I call to mind,

Therefore I have hope.

It is because of the Lord’s lovingkindnesses that we are not consumed,

Because His [tender] compassions never fail.

They are new every morning;

Great and beyond measure is Your faithfulness.

“The Lord is my portion and my inheritance,” says my soul;

“Therefore I have hope in Him and wait expectantly for Him.”