Moving Day


Moving Day

By Susie Teramura


I have decided

To move


With You.


I am packing up

My stuff,

Memories and

Trinkets and



All the things

I own

And I am

Taking them

To Your home.


Because I see now

Your place is

The safest place.


So I am,

Moving in

All of me,

Settling into

Spaces there.


I am making You

My home and

My resting place.


You are

Warm and kind

And full of grace.


You serve up

The finest tea,

And love to

Sit and chat

With me,


And when I am

With You

There is no


No rush,

No hurry,

No next,


To do.


You invite me

Sit long

And take

Off my shoes.


We talk and

Laugh and

Watch the fire glow.


The best part is

I never have

To go.


You will never imply

My leaving or

Shoo me out

The door,


You always

Invite me

To stay

For just a little

bit more,


More of

Your peace,

And presence,

And love,


More of your gifts


From above,


More kindness,


And overflowing joy,


So instead of

Just visiting today

I am moving in

And going to stay,


For near You

Is a place,

Saved just

For me,


A place where

I can rest and

Finally be free,



Are in charge

And taking care

Of me.


          Psalm 73:28 (ESV)

But for me it is good to be near God;

I have made the Lord God my refuge,

that I may tell of all your works.


           Psalm 73:28(MSG)

But I’m in the very presence of God—

oh, how refreshing it is!

I’ve made Lord God my home.

God, I’m telling the world what you do!



   Psalm 65:4 Amplified Bible (AMP)

 Blessed is the one whom You choose and bring near

To dwell in Your courts.

We will be filled with the goodness of Your house,

Your holy temple.












Flower Prints


This week I had some fun etching images into styrofoam vegetable trays from the grocery store and making prints with them. I used a pencil and pushed my design into the tray. I then put a light coat of paint over it and pressed the print face down on a piece of paper. The last step was the most fun; peeling off the tray to see the design! 🙂

The Promised Land


The Promised Land

By Susie Teramura


I think

I am

In the



Where it’s dry and

It looks like

Nothing is growing.

Where hot winds

Blow bare grass

And things feel



I think

I am

In the



Because I feel

Numb, a little.

So used to the view

I am not even

Looking anymore,

Just walking, trudging,

Moving forward.


Maybe it’s because

I have been

Reading about


His Exodus

And thinking on that

And how

You told him

To go,

You’d show him


But for a while, anyway,

He ended up


In the wilderness

Instead, and

Questioned You

And what

You were up to.


And I guess

I am too.


How I got here

And If I will

Ever get there

To that

Promised land,

The place

To settle and

Call my



Then I start


Do I want stuff,

And comfort

And fun

Or do I want to

Be with You,

The Holy One,


Is life found in

Circumstances right

And a comfortable life,

Or am I content

With just You

By my side.


Because the

Thing I have found

As the hot wind blows

Is that You, Jesus,

Never let go.


You are here

In my wilderness too

And maybe,

That Promised Land

Isn’t reallly a place,

It’s just being

With You.


You are

The rich soil

Where my heart

Can take root.


You are

My drink and

Satisfying food.


You are

My friend and

Best company.


You are

The one who


All my needs


So no matter where

My feet

May go


I know

I will Never

Be alone,


For You

Dear Jesus

Are the Promised Land,

    And my forever



Psalm 21:6 

      ” For you make him most blessed forever; you make him glad with the joy of your presence.”


“For You make him to be blessed and a blessing forever; You make him exceedingly glad with the joy of Your presence.”


 “You have given him blessings that will last forever.  You have given him the joy of being near you.”


    Genesis 28:15 

“Behold, I am with you and will keep you wherever you go, and will bring you back to this land. For I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you.”

Chinese Tea Plant


This is just a watercolor I did in my sketchbook. I tea stained the paper and then used gouache to paint the petals white. I finished up with watercolor and pencil. I am in-between classes now and haven’t had much time to do my art. Hoping and praying to find a way to join a class and to do more soon! 🙂

Our Song


Our Song

By Susie Teramura


A bit behind

On all the

New Year’s stuff

No resolutions,

No goals made,

No one word

Chosen to hang

2018 on.


New Year’s

Passed quietly

At our house

Just husband

And me

Folding laundry

By the fire,


Too busy talking

To join in

With the ringing


But today

I got time

To slow

And crack open

My new

Leather journal.


It took a while

To start writing,

Afraid to

Mess up,


Funny part

After all that


I messed up on

The very first letter

Of the very first word.


So much for new,

And clean,

And pretty,


But as I

Sink down,

And bury into

That black ink



I realize

There is something

Nice about

That mistake,


The pressure

Not to ruin things



I have already

Done it.

Now I am able

To make a mess.

To write my thoughts

Uninhibited and free.


Words, like


For my thoughts,

Take time

To try on

And choose.


Things get messy

And strewn all about

But I start choosing,

And writing,

And thinking,

And talking to

You about

The year ahead,


Sharing my

Feelings about

Being behind,

And being unable

To find

My steps

In this

2018 dance,


And how

The rhythm seems

Too fast for

My feet to

Find the way,


But then

You speak

So kindly.


“Quiet… listen,

Lean back into Me,

Rest and hear

Your own



If you can

Hear it,

You will see

You are

…. Right




Stop looking

At everyone

Else’s feet

And look

At me

Then we

Can dance

And you

Will be free. “


Breathing in deep

I let those

Words sink

And settle

And comfort

My heart


You have a plan

And purpose

Just for me

It may not be

Neat or

Easy to see but

You know the song

You’re making in me


I close my journal

And decide

This year

Instead of resolutions

And lists


To have courage

In a new

And different

Kind of way,


To hold my hands

Out wide,

And empty,


To take

And receive

All that You

Want to

Give to me,


And not worry about

The mess

Or keeping up,


And to let

You lead

Our dance

Full and free


And listen only

To the song

You are

Singing over me.



Zephaniah 3:17 (ICB)

The Lord your God is with you.

The mighty One will save you.

The Lord will be happy with you.

You will rest in his love.

He will sing and be joyful about you.”


Jeremiah 29:11 (MSG)

I’ll show up and take care of you as I promised and bring you back home. I know what I’m doing. I have it all planned out—plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for




Biggest Bold Blooms Finished!!


I finally finished my biggest painting yet. 🙂 I am happy to have stuck with it! This is an assignment from Lynn Whipple’s Big Bold Blooms class. I had so much fun and painting this big definitely grew my courage and confidence. I hope to keep painting big bold blooms although we are running out of places to put them. 🙂 I have a few more lessons from this class to finish up, before I try something new but painting flowers all year long has made my heart happy! 🙂

Leaning Into Whispers


Leaning Into Whispers

By Susie Teramura

Flipping through Instagram

I stop to see

She has a

New book

Coming soon.

A new message

To share,

From God’s heart

To mine.

My face breaks

Into a smile

“I cannot wait,”

I whisper to myself,

Hungry for more


More rest.

There is

More of

Jesus there.

Book arrives

Packaged in hard

Brown cardboard,

Ripping it open,

I rub my hand

Across the cover, slow.

I leaf through

Brand new pages

And read the title


“Whispers of Rest”

by Bonnie Gray

Letting it

Sink in,

I say it once more

Like a big exhale.

Oh how badly

I need rest.

What a week

It has been,

The irony sets in;

With MRI scans

Blood draws,

Three Dr visits,

College kids

Filling the rooms and

Laundry basket again,

New puppy accidents,

ADHD creating havoc

On test day,

Leaky pipes,

Sagging ceilings, falling

On the leather couches,

The surprises

Keep coming,

So I keep coping,

And I realize that

Rest is a stranger to me,

Or at most, an unacquainted

Very distant relative.

But with book in hand

I have hope.

Bonnie will show

Me the way.

She has traveled

The road,

And is calling back

To my heart

Encouraging me

To rest,

For good things

Are found there.

She writes,

“Be the Beloved”

And tells me

He wants my heart.

That He has

Beautiful things

To give me and to

Give others

Through me.

She says He is

Inviting me to

A new way

Of living,

A way of living


No strings attached

Then she says

He has

A new name

For me and

That I am

His delight.

And as I read

It’s like I am

Having coffee

With a friend

Who keeps looking me

In the eye

And saying it

Over and over in

A number of different ways,

That I am loved,

And I can rest.

Problem is that

I can’t seem to

Return the gaze,

My face keeps

Looking down.

It feels

More comfortable there,

In the unbelief.

Something about

The embracing of it all,

This extravagant love,

Feels scary

It feels unfamiliar.

But I hear a

Freedom in her voice

And I want it.

And there’s closeness
with Jesus

That stretches my own

And I find myself craving that.

To just be loved

And feel myself


And so I’ve decided to

Say yes

To the invitation

To take the risk

To be ok with


Because maybe, just maybe,

There is a better way.

A way that’s waiting

For me to step into,

A path lined with

Wild violets and

Carpeted with moss,

That’s been there all along but

That my eyes

Are just beginning

To make out.

So I will lean

Into the whispers

That tell me to rest,

And that say

The real work is done.

And then as

The trees bow low

To the breezes that

Touch my cheeks

I will sit

Face to face

With Jesus

Until the quiet becomes


And His voice, familiar.

And His song

Becomes my own,

And I know

In the secret place

I am His


Psalm 18:19

He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.

Bonnie Gray’s new book Whispers’s of love comes out today!! It is so good! I highly recommend it!