Your Words are Better

Summer Camp Day three Water color picture 1post card-Assignment one

Your Words are Better

By Susie Teramura

Your words are

Better than mine,

So I am parking here

Tonight, in Your Word

Making it my own,

Digesting and mulling,

And rewriting it in words

That belong to me,

To sing back to You:

 Isaiah 64:3

 God, You do

Awesome things

Things that we

Do not even


 God, You come

Down to us?!

Even the mountains


At your coming.

 Never in all time

Has anyone

Ever heard or seen,

A God like You,

Who leaves Your

Holy and perfect place,

And comes

To act in behalf of

Those whom

You love.

 You step in

And help

To carry

Our load,

You love

To do it,

To protect

And help us,

We wait

For You.

 You are glad

To come and

Save the day.

 You are full of


Mercy and love.

 I am so glad,

Deep in my soul,


That I belong to



 Isaiah 64:3-5(NIV)


For when you did awesome things that we did not expect,

You came down, and the mountains trembled before you.


Since ancient times no one has heard,

No ear has perceived,

No eye has seen any God besides you,

Who acts on behalf of those who wait for him?


You come to the help of those who gladly do right,

Who remember your ways.


Very Big Bold Blooms


I have had a little bit of time to work on this very large painting. This is the background colors that will be all painted over  with flowers when I am done . I think I was supposed to do it in darker colors but I like all the bright ones. 🙂 We will see how this all works out… 🙂 I am not too confident as usual, but have decided to just keep going! Who knows what happy surprises might come too. As my teacher says, its just one layer- 🙂

What I Know


What I  Know

By Susie Teramura


 Dog lays sick,

Not eating still,

Becoming skin and bones.

We pet her tired head.

With big sad eyes,

8 year old asks,


“Mama, is she going to die?”

And I look down,

Not sure how to

Answer this question,

 As I am really

Not sure, but

In my heart I know

It’s not looking good.


But another part of me holds out

For hope and miracles

And for 11 year old dogs

To act young again.


So I pull her up

On to my lap and

Say what I can,


“I don’t know.”


And these words start

Rolling around in my head,

And all

The uncertainties

Of the day

Come rumbling in  

Like big thunderclouds.


The “I don’t knows,”

Hanging heavy,

 Ready to pour

Rain on my day,


But her eyes

Keep looking

At mine,


For something to hang

Her hat on,


To help her

Push this worry away,


And so I say,

Talking to her and

To my own soul,

That so desperately needs

A talking to.


“When I am stuck in a

‘Don’t know’

I start thinking,

And counting,

The things

I do know.”


And so we started counting,

And naming,

The things

We do know,

What you have

Told us

In Your word.


You are good,

And faithful.

You will never leave

Us alone and

Will be there when

We are sad.


You will wipe

Our tears away,

And hide us in

Your love until

The storm passes.


You have a plan and

Purpose for us that is good.

You are in control,

And we are held,

And helped,

And taught,

And completely cared for.


We know that

In this world

We will have trouble,

And sorrow

And heartache

And pain.


Things break,

And fall apart,

And die.


But You will make

All things new,

And right.


And so,

The best is

Yet to come.

You are re – storying us.

You never get tired or old,

You are perfect and

Your plans are

Perfect too,


And the list went on,

And on,

Pushing that thunderhead

On its way,

Making space for

Sunshine and light

Warmth and life.


We give the dog one more

Scratch behind

 The ears,

And say goodnight,

Knowing we are


And held tight.



Jeremiah 29:11

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.


2 Corinthians 4:16-18

 So we’re not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There’s far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can’t see now will last forever.


Revelation 21:3-5

I heard a voice thunder from the Throne: “Look! Look! God has moved into the neighborhood, making his home with men and women! They’re his people, he’s their God. He’ll wipe every tear from their eyes. Death is gone for good—tears gone, crying gone, pain gone—all the first order of things gone.” The Enthroned continued, “Look! I’m making everything new.






Bigger Than Me


Bigger Than Me

By Susie Teramura

Weekend road trip

To visit

Our college kids,

To adventure and

Do life

With them.

After breakfast bagels,

And a campus tour,

They take us

To another

Favorite spot

That we have

To hike to.

Trying to keep up

And not stumble

Over roots

And large rocks

I struggle,

Feeling my age

And my

Heart beating hard,

Over and around,

Up and up, I follow

The voices and

The laughter,

Unaware of exactly

What all this is for

Unaware of our

Final destination.

And finally, legs

Burning and

Cheeks flushed

Red from the February air

We crest the hill

And see it there.

At the top

Of Cole mountain

Mountain upon mountain

As far as the

Eye can see

Wispy clouds on

A back drop of

Light blue mixed

With tangerine.

The Sun sinks low,

Making everything sparkle.

This breathtaking beauty,

Settles down in my heart.

Struggling hard to find

The words or a

Camera angle to

Capture it all.

“It’s just too big,”

I think,

Too big and

Wide and


Too amazing to

Stuff into words

Or snap

Into a pic

And I start

Feeling small

And I think

Of You

You are like

This view!

Too big and

Amazing to capture

To package

Or box up

Or label.

And I start thinking

And thanking You

For being big

So I can be small

For being smart

So I don’t have

To know it all

For being strong

Because I know

I am weak

For being

Kind on days

I am just mean.

Oh God and maker

Of these mountains

I see

I am so thankful

You are bigger

Than me.

The sun sinks low

It’s time to go

Back down the mountain

And into the car

And quietly I tuck

Into my heart

Thoughts of

Those mountains

And how amazing

You are.

       Ephesians 3:17-19 (NIV)

17 so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, 18 may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, 19 and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.

               Jeremiah 32:27 (NIV)

27 “I am the Lord, the God of all mankind. Is anything too hard for me?”

My Valentine

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My Valentine

 By Susie Teramura

 Pink hearts and boxes of

Chocolate squares

Carmel, cherry

Orange cream,

Toasted coconut

And the pecan turtle,

Sit pretty in pleated tissue cups.


Dozens of roses, red,

Cards and candy hearts,

And words like,

U R Cute,

Be Mine,

It’s Valentines,


A day to celebrate


And You,

Because You are


That’s who You are.


And I think about that,

And all the ways You’ve

Romanced me,

Inviting me

To come away with You,

To find my voice,

To dance,

And to live free,


You’ve found Your way

Into my deepest parts,

Holding me there

When I’m falling apart,


You have

Captured my heart

Tucking it in

Safe, next to Yours

Forever together,

No matter the weather,

You and me,

For all time,


Jesus, I am yours

And You are mine-

My very precious



Song of Songs 2:10

 My beloved spoke and said to me, “Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, come with me.


Song of Songs 6:3

I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;


Song of Songs 10:7

I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.

Choose Rest

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Choose Rest

By Susie Teramura

Stewing, like a pot

Of chili on

The stove,

Over a decision that

I just could

Not seem

To make.

It wasn’t a big

Dilemma or

Even something life changing,

Just a simple, everyday, decision

That somehow

Had me


So I whispered

A prayer under my breath

And asked Jesus

What to do.

And then it happened

(and I love it when it happens.)

His voice came clear and

Firm and

Spoke right

To my heart.

He said, “choose rest.”

Hitting me like

Cold mountain air

Awaking me from

My dizzy-eyed stupor.

Ok, I thought,

Let’s look at

This again.

And all of a sudden,

It was plain.

The way forward

Was clear,

And I felt free.

I had permission

To choose rest

The funny thing is

This message has

Lingered and

Hung around in

My head for a while

And has become my

Go to

When I can’t decide.

I am learning I

Am free to

Choose rest because

Of what Jesus

Has done for me

On that cross

On the hill.

Spreading out his arms

He covered me with

His blood

And love and grace

And took care

Of everything,

And now

I don’t have to

Earn a thing.

I am already

Valuable, loved,

And have purpose

I have a place

Next to Him.

And the best part is

I am finding

Treasure there,

In the rest.

It’s the place

I can hear

Him best.

When my heart is

Quiet and I draw near

Confusing things

Seem to clear.

Thank You Jesus

You know best

And for teaching me

To choose rest.

Psalm 62:5

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

Psalm 116:5

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


Matthew 11:28-30 The Message (MSG)

28-30 “Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”

Big Bold Blooms 1 Final Painting Step 1


I am still finishing the Big Bold Blooms class. This is the beginning  of the last painting which is the largest painting I have ever tried. We had to gesso or paint the canvas with an undercoat. Then we had to draw the flowers with chalk three times flipping the direction of the canvas each time. I just thought to share these beginning steps as it is kind of fun to see what transformations the painting makes!