brushstrokes from God’s word
The first one was in November with six ladies. After the readings and the music ended, nobody left. We all sat and voiced what God spoke and ways to make the Christmas season more meaningful. It was as if the dam broke and with a safe audience we could admit that...read more
It has taken way too long to get into 2019. It seems I am paralyzed to move into the new until I revisit the old. Here are this year's questions to take a look back to better look forward. What are the best (and worst) moments to remember from 2018?What did you learn...read more
Would you like to pull away to Camp Maranatha just outside Huntsville for the day - Saturday, November 3? This day retreat is 9:00 am - 4:00 pm, and hosted by Central Presbyterian Church, Huntsville. I will be teaching from...read more
Coming in July 2019 – the roll out for
Come to the Manger this Christmas!
Come to the Manger changed me, changed my Christmas. Here’s a little recap of those special events, and mostly a reminder to check back in July for the roll out of the dates and plans for Come to the Manger Christmas 2019.
Until then, I would love to share God’s Word and what He has been putting on my heart lately.
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A Word From Suzanne
Quite simply, God’s Word is the fire in my soul.
Sometimes just one verse, or a lecture, a reading, communion with my church, a story – and I feel the fire igniting. Just recently while listening to a powerful testimony I felt it, that familiar spark beginning to ignite.
My husband knows how to make fire. Yep, it’s his talent. He can make it from a magnifying glass or a battery or with a stick. He gets the tiniest spark, then babies it. He protects it. He blows on it. You’ve seen how it works – a spark, hot breath, and suddenly the yellow red burst of flame.
That’s what happens in my heart when God’s Word takes hold. There’s a quick hot spark, then a flame emerging. The Spirit blows and fire erupts. My heart on fire.
But, I can’t live my life day to day with little fires starting all over the place. I’ve learned to let God calm me down, soothe me, teach me, stretch me. Over time the fire settles to a nice slow burn and eventually ends up on paper.
Or on a canvas. Wide open brush strokes, white canvas that shows through, soft warm colors, a little something unexpected from my way of looking at things. Paintings that speak to me and for me.
Scripture is my life, teaching is my call, painting is my passion. You’ll find a little bit of all of it in me.