Forever Resting Place

Painting fall - leaf

   Forever Resting Place

By Susie Teramura


I hang up

The phone,

And sigh heavy,

Problems are

Piling up,

Like leaves

In our yard.


One after the other,

They float

Quietly down.

Each one different,
Unique in shade,

And variety


The problem isn’t

Their falling,

It’s my raking,

And collecting,

That’s what

Is causing

My heavy heart

I think.


But trying

To catch them

One by one,

With care,

Doesn’t seem to

Be working

These days.


The speed,

And rate,

At which they fall

Is just too much,



So get out my

Rake and start

To pile,

But the more

I pile,

The heavier

They feel.


“But I can

manage these

Best this way,”

I say,

As I rake away.


The more

I pile,

More fall slow,

From all directions,

And my

Frantic attempt

To keep up,

Finds me

In a

Crumpled mess.


But that’s where

I find You,

When I have

Slowed enough

To hear,

When I have

Given up

My attempts

To clean up

The mess,

To fix it.


You take

The rake

Out of

My hands,

And carry me

To a

Different place.


You lift

My head

To see sky,

And trees,



These golden leaves,

Are Yours,

And not a single

One falls without

Your care

And love.

You are watching,

And tending,

And taking care

Of these things.


The mess doesn’t

Bother You

Because You are

In the middle

Of things.

You are

In it all,

And able

To handle

Each leaf

That falls.


“That raking job

Is not yours,” You say,

“Look to Me

I have

A different way.

Come to me

And rest,

Breath deep

And see,

The beauty

I am making

Through these.”


I look long

Into His lovely face,

And start to see,

His reflection

In the beauty

In front of me.


These problems

I was collecting,

These gently

Falling leaves,

Are avenues,

And ways

To see Him,

More clearly


His kindness

His compassion

The comfort in

His love

Are in each leaf

That falls

Gently from above.


I am forever cared for

I am forever safe

I can rest

My heart forever

In His

Warm embrace.


The leaves will

keep on falling

Even when

The seasons change


But You,

Dear Jesus,

Never will,

My forever

Resting place.


Matthew 11:28-29

28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.

 Psalm 62:5

Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him.

 Psalm 116:7

Return to your rest, my soul, for the Lord has been good to you.

 1 Peter 5:10

 And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.

Oil Pastel Vegetables


I drew these for Carla Sonheim’s class, Y is for Yellow. We were on the letter “V” and were assigned to draw vegetables with oil pastel. I enjoyed doing these as I think vegetables are so beautiful and often take pictures of them at the grocery store! I am working on a few more too. Oil pastel is very messy though which makes them challenging to work with for me!

Turning Darkness into Light


Turning Darkness into Light

By Susie Teramura

Paint and tissue paper

All over the floor,

Trying to

Follow the assignment

Of making beautiful

Big bold blooms.

So I cut

Poppy -red petals,

And snip

Pumpkin- orange blooms.

Sage -green leaves

Create a stalk

For them

To hold onto,

And then

I add my

Favorite color

Sunny yellow

All over the place.

But then, teacher

Says we must

Add darks

To create

Shadow and depth

So the colors

Will pop.

But I

Don’t want to.

I like only

The happy colors.

So I pause,

And think

About that.

And come to

The conclusion

That I must

Follow the instructions

If I am ever

to learn and grow

And make

More beautiful art.

So reluctantly,

I cut dark tissue

In all different shapes

And glue them on.

I stand back

And look,

“It’s awful,


I think

To myself,

But I hear

Her voice

In my head,

“It’s just one layer,”

So I

Press on.

But as I do,

I reflect slowly,

And realize

This same conflict

Exists in the

Heart of me.

I want only

Bright happy things

In the story

Of my life.

I don’t want

The dark things

To spoil my

Fairytale dream.

But You

Lean in

To talk

With me

And impress

Upon my heart

These things,

Life’s  dark things

 Have a purpose

And job to do.

They teach me

To depend

On You.

There are things

You can teach me

Only in the dark

It’s in the hard

Suffering kind

Of things

Where I can

Feel you most,

God of all comfort

Showing kindness

to me

You meet

my needs

And tend

to me.

In those dark places,

And spaces

I find You there

In beautiful ways,

And out of the

Darkness I find

A whole new

Garden growing.

Sitting back, I look at

My work.

Surprised by what I see,

Oranges and


and pinks

Big bold blooms

Are jumping off

The canvas

Towards me.

Where did

All those darks go?

They’ve been

Covered and

 Cared for

By the one

Who loves

Me so.

2 Samuel 22:29

You, Lord, are my lamp; the Lord turns my darkness into light.

Job 12:22

He reveals the deep things of darkness and brings utter darkness into the light.


even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.


You, Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light.

Jeremiah 31:3

…. “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.

Big Bold Blooms – Chalk and Acrylic


In Lynn Whipple’s Big Bold Blooms 2 class, our second  assignment began with acrylic paint.Then we drew in flowers with chalk, and went over it again with paint and a roller to soften it some. I had such a hard time with these!! The roller made them all brown and messy so I had to fix them again. Anyway I had to make myself stick to it and persevere. These are definitely not my favorites but are growing on me I think and I learned some things for sure! 🙂