The Inner Vizion

Breaking Through From The Inside Out!

The Master Potter (notes)

Close your eyes — A message from God…

I passionately love every one of my vessels.  Each one is a piece of beautiful art, designed before the foundation of the world and fashioned by My loving hands.  I knew you in the womb.  We spoke about what you would do in your life while you were there.  I knew you. You knew me.  I molded your calling and your passion into you.  You are my daughter.  You are my favorite and I love you.

You were fearfully and wonderfully made.  — Please don’t forget that.
Psalm 139:14

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1. The Mirror — question about 5 things you see.  What you see in the mirror is not how God sees you.   Some of us have dropped our mirrors so many times, there are cracks in it.  Splintered glass.  Many of us have experienced so much pain in our lives, physically, emotionally, mentally…We begin to put cover-up on — to hide the imperfections.  We take medicine to mask it, we crawl inside of ourselves to hide. It changes how we see ourselves in the mirror.   If only you could see you through the eyes of God.

2. Once we say, yes, Lord — make us new.  Help us see you the way you see us…then the process begins.  The seasons begin…

3. Life and brokenness.  What the world brings.  What our decisions bring.  What happens when the ones who love us hurt us.  There are many ways in which brokenness happens.

We can’t let that define us – Miss Bobbie – “I have cancer, but cancer doesn’t have me.”

To be completely broken is where God wants us, so that we can be made new.

Psalm 51:17 – “Going through the motions doesn’t please you.  A flawless performance is nothing to you.  I learned God worship when my pride was shattered.  Heart shattered lives ready for love don’t for a moment escape God’s notice.”  – A Broken/Contrite heart.

How many of you have cried out, “Lord, I want to be completely broken for You!  Completely made new.”  Be careful what you wish for!
4. I want to introduce you tonight to the Master Potter.
When a Potter begins the process of creating a new piece, he begins with clay, but how is clay formed?  Did you know that clay is made from minerals, plant life, and animals—all the ingredients of soil.  Things that have decomposed over time…
When we are broken, laying in the Potters Field — pieces of us are loving picked up by our Lord and gently taken to the Potters table.   Segued…God has the ability to take all of the broken pieces and make a beautiful mosaic. Darren Tyler
The pieces of a mosaic are not all pretty.  Some of them look like they don’t even make sense, like the bottom of a tree or half of an eyeball.  But when you put all the ‘non-pretty’ pieces together, they make a thing of beauty.  Just like our life!
Psalm 40:2  He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.
5. We are so happy that God is finally looking at us and going to remold us, make us new…then the hammering begins.  We are pulverized into tiny pieces – into dust.   This is done to clean out all the imperfections, the weeds, the dirt.
Job 10:9 – Remember now, that You have made me as clay; And would You turn me into dust again?  Many of us have experienced so much pain.  Divorce, death, loss of friends, sickness, financial difficulties, bullies, unloved, etc.  You can fill in the blank _______.  Sometimes it is pain that we cause to ourselves.
QUOTE:  Don’t cling to a mistake, just because you spent a long time make it.
Kristy Ensor did a series called Broken Jesus Girl — I remember during that time God told me to ‘stop talking down to his daughter’.   How many of you speak down to his daughter?  — I have 3 daughters.  I know, firsthand how hard it is to keep that self-image up!
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Ok…so for those of us that think it’s too late.  That we made poor decisions…that there is absolutely no way that God can remake us…We had our chance.  Let’s think about The Israelites messed up too. They repeatedly ignored God’s warnings and failed to follow the rules he set for them. Finally, God punished his people by sending them into exile in Babylon. Yet even in his discipline,  God provided a note of hope: Although the temple was destroyed, it would be rebuilt. Although they were in exile, God’s people would again live in the promised land. Despite their disobedience,  they would receive another chance to do things right. — They were in the Potters Hands!!!
Even thought this process hurts and it  seems at times that God is not there…Not for a MOMENT did He ever forsake you or leave you.  As a matter of fact, He is with us the entire way!
6. So the Process continues…we are in the Potters Hand.  He lovingly pours living water over us.  It feels so good…refreshing, we have hope!!!  We begin to feel that this time in our life is over…whew, now we can live without any more pain.  We can relax.  Isn’t it crazy that when life is good, we begin to become more lackadaisical in reaching out to God? —  When we are Stopped and on our back, we look up – we remember – we cry out…but when we are in motion, enjoying life…we forget…life takes over.  First of the Year — Everyone wants a new start! – How long does it last?  Maybe that’s why this process doesn’t last very long.
But our Father loves us…He wants us to love Him back…
7. Then the molding begins…We feel it.  We know something is changing in the wind.  Some of us call it a ‘sixth sense’ — but it is the Holy Spirit, alerting us…letting us know that it’s time to stop, drop and pray.  Molding hurts.  The PIZZA shop guy.  The Potter begins forming the piece.  It is beginning to take shape.
Do you know the clay never tells the Potter what to do.  It allows the Potter to create.
8. Time for the piece to dry — The Potter puts it on the shelf.  Another season begins.  Four Seasons.  You ever notice that when a new season begins, there is a part of us that waits for it, different things occur.
Then there are those in the North that have long winters…just like that piece on the shelf, we feel forgotten…Seriously Lord, have you heard ANYTHING I’ve been praying about?  I don’t hear you answering.  You are silent.  We talk and talk and whine and talk and whine.  SILENT.  LISTEN.
ACTS —Adoration/Confession/Thanksgiving/So What’s Next Lord –  It’s a practice that makes it all about God — Not about us.
9. Then we hear the footsteps…finally!!!!!!!!!!!  You have heard, Mr. Potter Man.  I am sick and tired of being on this shelf.  I have been waiting forever to have that perfect job, that perfect husband, that perfect house, that perfect checking account, no more bills, no more sickness, no more pain…no more.  I’m ready to have PERFECT all the time.
Then the doors to the OVEN open, you feel the heat turns up and the firing begins.  A vessel needs to be put into the fire so that it will become strong. Perfection doesn’t come without a price. It’s not comfortable to be in this place…just like losing weight, it takes persistence – No Pain, No Gain
10. But it was all worth it — Dang we look good!!!  There is a season that now arrives that we can look at everything and say uhhh, huh…We begin to look back at our life and see that all the steps were worth it, the good the bad and the ugly.  God has made us.  He loves us.  He created us.  He is continuing to teach us.  We want to keep learning.  We want to join that bible study.  We want to Dave Ramsey it and get out of debt. We have another chance to make things right. We are praising God for that sweet child that was born. For that new job that our husband got.  Our children are growing into lovable human beings that we WANT to spend time with again and we are loving life again.
Three People in our Life. Important people to help you sort through all the season and to deal with them while you are in them.  
Paul, Timothy, Barnabas.
11. We fill ourselves up to pour out, but alas…have we talked to the Lord lately.  Because it seems like there is something wrong with the vessel.  The water is not staying in…It’s time for the glazing.  Yet, another season.  When the Potter creates, the vessel needs glazed so that nothing will ever leak out.  Now you have been through SO MUCH in this process.  So many seasons, so you want this part done right.  The world does it this way.  “I have to admit, glazing is not my favorite part of the ceramic process. It’s probably because of its potential to make or break a good pot (and believe me, I have “broken” quite a few with poor glaze application). I tend to be a bit of a sloppy glazer and I sometimes rush through it a little more quickly than I should.”  But God loves you so much that he takes his time, lovingly, easing into it, getting in all the right corners, all the nooks and crannies.
12. Then there is the final step.  Yes, ladies — one more FIRING. But it’s ok now, you know what it will feel like, you know that it is ‘a temporary inconvenience for a permanent improvement’.  You are up for the pain.  You don’t feel alone.  You know God is with you.  As a matter of fact, if you look right there in the oven, he has been with you the entire time!!!!!!!!  His tears have joined your tears, your pain has been His pain.  The LOVE of a Father for His daughter.  You were never ever alone.  Even in those times when you thought you were, look back…there He was.
13. He walks with you out of that final firing and behold, you are beautiful, a vessel that you both know.  A piece that God can use for His glory — to show off, to brag about, to be proud of…
14. Look at these lovely pieces. –
He loves us!  We are His daughters.  We are His creation.  He smiles at us, with us, dances with us, loves on us!!!
You are smart!
You are beautiful!
You are enough!
You are complete!
You are worthy!
You are strong!
Your are His!
You are Cinderella!
You are His Princess!
Psalm 139:14-16 The Message (MSG)Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
    before I’d even lived one day.
God wastes NOTHING!!! Using everything, all things for His glory and we need to be THANKFUL in ALL  things. Even all of the things that are hard to be thankful for!   1 Thess, 5:18
Look at these lovely pieces…
A platter – for those that are called to feed His word to the masses.
A pitcher – to pour out and serve His children with love and caring.  Feeding the hungry.  Clothing the poor. Giving water to the thirsty.
A teacup – to join with the lonely and hug on them.  to listen to their hurts and pain and to encourage them.  to be that one on one kind of person.
A bowl — for those to pray for families to stay together.  to pray for this generation.  to pray for those who don’t know our Master Potter to know him.
A sugar bowl – for those called to spread laughter and joy.  those that are called to sing and bring a sweet presence to the Lord.
A creamer – those that are called to take care of the children.  help them to grow strong and wise in God’s word.
A plate – those that are called to teach.  to study God’s word and be teachers who teach teachers to teach!
A salt and pepper shaker – called to sprinkle the world with God’s word through missions
Some are small, some are large, some are misshapen.  So like God, the creator who made the snowflakes and fingerprints all unique!
Some are small, some are large, some have funny shapes to them, some are unique shapes, but our Father has a plan for every single one!  Thank you, Good good Father!
Love, your re-molded piece of Pottery, Sue:)
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Only in my view

I still get that surge of excitement from deep within when I hold a book in my hands.  The weight of it, the crisp sound that each page makes as I turn them, even the smell of the glue in the binding galvanizes the cells within my brain.  It creates a sense of wonderment as I take the first step from this world to the one within the pages.  Each character comes alive within my imagination.  Spurred on by the building of descriptive words, like turning a pile of clay into a detailed likeness of a goddess.  Even though the author turns my head with their guidance, there is a part of me that participates in the creation of that character.  I see them as no other can.  There are nuances that will only happen in my head.  Only in my view.

The same thing happens when I put a record on the player.  The vinyl does something magical that a cd can’t touch. As the needle travels along each ridge, the atmosphere in the room changes. All my senses are heightened.  Turning back time and taking me to the moment that the music was created.  I don’t hear pro-tools.  Compression is non-existent.  It is pure and raw.  If I strain my ears and listen hard, I hear flaws.  Beautiful, unadulterated flaws.  I feel that I have the right to be there. That it’s not a sin to listen in and hear all the things that make up that glorious whole.  Like a licensed voyeur.  Peeking in to where I shouldn’t but knowing that the creaIMG_5474tor would consider it “ok” for me to be there.  I see something different.  Something old, but fresh.  Only in my view.

Now don’t get me wrong. I”m not a prude.  I love technology more than anyone.  A new gadget.  An easier way to do something so as not to work hard, but smarter. Saving time.  Saving space.  Connecting faster and farther. I’ve tried though, sincerely, to gather that same feeling with the tools that exists today.  I do own an ipad and am a hearty participant in the download power of books, movies and music.  I use the internet to communicate, both through business and personal avenues.  But that feeling that I get from reading a physical book or handling that vinyl record, can’t be duplicated.

Even as I write this, I see pen and paper in my peripheral view.  It is white and clean, like an over-starched man’s shirt.  It beckons me to pick up the fine-tipped pen and begin to scrawl, in my own individual writing, what i want to say.  What I want to share.  For some reason, when I write on paper, I’m more honest.  I feel like there is something that is released within me. Walls are torn down.  I feel free.  My hand moves along like a artist painting a priceless creation.  When I”m done writing,  I look over what I’ve done.  I can’t believe that it happened so quickly and smoothly and gracefully.  I feel proud of it.  I transferred a part of me onto that paper.  Something that time can’t destroy.  Yes, a wrinkle or two will occur.  I realize that the words will dull from reading it over and over.  That loving hands may fold and unfold the paper it was written on.  It may get lost and then found again.  It may even be thrown away.  But the essence that surrounded the creation of it cannot be disturbed.  A memory was made.  Etched in time.  With each press of the pen to the paper, secrets were told and revealed.  I was honest.  Unhindered and free.

I try.  I try to get the same reaction from my modern technology.  It just doesn’t work for me the same way. Even as I type these words, my hand aches to write a note and put it in my special box.  One day, someone will find all these handwritten notes and share that individual, unique moment that I created with hand and ink. I hope that when they do, they can take a step back in time and share my view.

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The Dream

Cameron is a dreamer.  He came from Boston, MA to Nashville, TN to bring his songwriter dream to fruition.  A talented soul with an infectious smile.  Cam is a people collector.  People want to be around him and follow him.  His laughter, the sincere desire to treat others like he wants to be treated and the immense talent that permeates from his very soul makes him unique and special.

Yesterday at approx. 2:30 in the afternoon, Cameron found himself at Vanderbilt hospital with head trauma as the result of a car accident.  He is holding on right now and needs prayer!  In the midst of this prayer, his friend, roommate and songwriter in crime, Tyler Reardon, wants Cam to ‘wake up famous’.

Here is a collection of his music.  You will soon see that the above words are not candy coated.  The talent is pure, raw and alive.

Please join us in prayer for Cam!  Leave a comment so that he can see, when he wakes up, that you too believe in his gift as much as we do.

Creatively His, Keith and Sue Mohr

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Reflection.  One definition of this word,’to give back or show an image of; mirror’ made me think of what I was reflecting to other people when they viewed, listened and watched me.  My hopes were that they saw a woman who was positive, filled with promise and hope, emulating both joy and peace in her life, someone who they wanted to spend time around.  I wanted to be truly honest with myself, though.  Is this truly what other people are seeing?  As of late, there have been some struggles that I know I haven’t hid very well.  Throughout my years, I’ve learned that there is a place of true honesty and just plain over-sharing from the inside out.   Not only can this be done out loud, but it can also show as a reflection in our actions and in our countenance.  Ever been with someone that makes you feel down?  They may not say anything out loud, but they have this cloud of dust that follows them like the character of Pig Pen in the Charlie Brown series.  We all have experienced those individuals.  We want to love on them, but at times we avoid them like the plague.  Have you ever considered the people that may avoid us because of our reflection?  


So how do we clean up our ‘trail of dust’?  Change what is reflected in our lives? I’ve made a list of outside forces that affect us.

.   Our friends; people we associate with.

.   Television, movies, radio and social networking.

.   Books/Magazines

.  Our environment, surroundings.

This is the short list, but as you can see, the outside forces are things we can change today.  This is just the beginning.  The other things that will follow are our attitude, our view on things around us, what we eat, how we manage our time, anger control and so much more.

We may not want to admit it, but our little cloud of dirt affects everyone around us.  If we had a friend stand next to us, emptied the can on our sweeper and then threw the contents in the air, not only would it get all over us, it would also get all over them.  The same happens with the cloud we carry along with us; It gets in their lungs, affects their view and their thinking, it surrounds them and pieces of it stick to them.  There is no avoiding it.  Who would want to hang around with someone that makes them feel they need a shower all the time?

Reflection. 1 Corinthians 13:12. “For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.”  It’s not hard to find the long-list.  God’s word is filled with instructions of how our reflection can be cleaned up.  When it comes time for the face to face with my Savior, I want to make sure my reflection is as clear as his.  Spring cleaning in August?  Yes, it’s time:)

Creatively His, Sue:)

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Call before you dig

Imagine if there was a physical warning sign that popped up in front of our face the moment before we made a bad decision. I wonder.  Would we listen to it or would we still proceed as normal? How many snafu’s have occurred in our lives due to the fact that we didn’t recognize or purposely ignored the warning signs?

I have jumped over and around so many of those signs in my life, only to find myself looking back and seeing that they were clearly posted.  Did I adopt a temporary, self-induced blindness?  Was I filled with pride and selfishness?  Did I jump over and push these obstacles aside with only my own goals in sight?Guilty of all of the above.  There may not have been physical stop signs put in my path, but due to the lack of stopping, thinking, and praying by the moment, I jumped into many a pool without water.


As a woman of faith, I know the voice of my heavenly Father.  I get that ‘this ain’t right Sueziq’ feeling in the pit of my heart from the Holy Spirit.  I asked for this guidance.  Accepted this as truth in my life and still have set it aside and forged forward on my own.  Ha, I say forward, but each wrong decision either stopped me in my tracks or took me on a long sideways path.

Yesterday, while speaking with my sister on the phone, I heard her gasp mid-sentence.  She had the television on in the background and the face of a man that had just assaulted two young girls and had been apprehended had flashed on the screen.  After she had gathered herself for a moment, she explained to me in a shaky voice that this was the man that she had an encounter with just a few months ago.  As a Real Estate agent, she has to make many judgement calls.  This was one of them.  This man had engaged her services to show him some properties in a remote area of town.  When speaking with him on the phone, she had a bit of a leap in her heart and felt that something was off.  She asked her husband to go with her.  Even with her husband there, the man had some quirks that were expressed out loud.  He made some offhanded remarks about how smart she was to bring someone with her due to the fact that she was so pretty.  There were a couple of dogs barking at the property and the man exclaimed that he was afraid of dogs and decided to not get out of the truck to view the property.  In his anger at the animals, he offhandedly stated that he had a gun in the car and would take the dogs out if they attacked.  Unfortunately, the next time that a property came available to view, she was unable to find anyone to assist her, so she decided to go alone.  What transpired in those next few minutes, saved her life.  She followed protocol and let the office know where she was, who she was showing the property to and what time she arrived.  She related this information to the client when they pulled up to the property.  Being in a remote area, with a large piece of property to view, the guy suggested that she accompany him in his truck and they could view the property together.  At this moment, that little voice inside gave a scream.  When she thanked him, but refused and stated that she didn’t feel that was appropriate, he then suggested that due to his bum leg, she go and check out the house herself and let him know if it was a fit.  With her heart beating, she walked up to the porch and then stopped.  Looked at him in his truck and knew that the next decision she made could be a matter of life and death.  She didn’t know how she knew, but she acknowledged that stop sign, the warning signal. She didn’t go into the house. She walked down the steps to her car, hurriedly letting the man know that this was not the property for him and that she would continue looking.  She got in her car, locked the door and proceeded to leave.    Now, as she viewed the screen with his face looming large as life in front of her, she began to shake with the knowledge of her decision.  She had made the right one.

John 10:3-5 To him the doorkeeper opens, and the sheep hear his voice; and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. And when he brings out his own sheep, he goes before them; and the sheep follow him, for they know his voice. Yet they will by no means follow a stranger, but will flee from him, for they do not know the voice of strangers.”

Knowing your Father’s voice is essential, listening to it is vital.  He has given us a way in which to adhere to His guidance.  If you have a shovel in hand and feel that it’s time for action, call Him before you dig.

Creatively His, Sue:)





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Trash Day

Yesterday was trash day.  Houses up and down the street had their receptacles ready and waiting in front of homes.  Some were very neat with the cans lined up like little soldiers at attention. Others flowed over the brim, boxes strewn around the bottom of the base, with no rhyme or reason.  Still others had just a small white bag, tied neatly and laid at the curb.


I’m always amazed at the amount of trash we have.  Glancing up and down the street, I imagined how high of a pile it would make when each can was emptied of it’s contents.  Even with this amount of weekly trash, I wondered how much more was on the inside of the homes.  Just stuff, barely used.  Just sitting there waiting for the day to come that the owners would become bored and throw it away.

Made me think about the garbage that we keep inside of us.  The stuff that we never use, but hold on to.  The could of’, would of’s, should of’s kind of refuse.  Garbage day is a day to get rid of the unusable.  To empty our ‘cans’.  Maybe we should have a weekly garbage day on our calendar to git rid of the unneeded, life-hindering thoughts that plague our every day.  Make a concerted effort to do some cleaning up.  We know it needs done. Just take a look at a Facebook thread, or a twitter rant…

If you look a bit deeper into this concept, you will see that individuals store their internal trash in different manners, just like the people who put out the trash on my street.  Some keep their trash neat.  You can’t see from the outside that there is any trash in their lives at all.  Making sure they rid their homes of exactly what is required, putting out a well-tied bag and not needing the big can.  Other’s hold on to stuff all week long, storing up for the big purge on trash day.  Still others know that it is a necessary part of life, making sure that all goes in the can neatly and then line them up for discarding.  Romans 12:2 gives us a suggestion for what to do with all that trash.  Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.”

What are you doing with your trash today?  Are you holding on to it?  Do you take a weekly look at what needs to go and what should stay?  Are you haphazardly storing up and letting the stench of it affect every day?  Trash day.  I’m marking my calendar.

Creatively His, Sue:)

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Zoom In

Zoom In

We had agreed that this past 4th of July we needed to force ourselves to take some time, shut down the operations and just rest.  Isn’t it crazy that we have to force ourselves to rest?  So, we packed a cooler and an overnight bag and joined some friends at a local, but off the beaten path, park. Our good friends had hooked up their fifth wheel trailer and parked it smack dab in the middle of Stress Free Campground, named accordingly. It was quiet, secluded and downright chill.  It had all the earmarks of time gone by.  An old chicken coop, weathered wooden benches, a tiny park with one of those spin it yourself merry go rounds and a concrete swimming pool complete with flaking paint and a weeks worth of leaves.  The ambience was reminiscent of small town USA, a bit forgotten. Not the Taj Mahal, but it provided a much needed escape from the chaos of our business life.  We turned off the cellphones, grabbed the lawn chairs and headed to the pool.  Not surprisingly, it was empty.  All to ourselves.   As we opened the crooked gate, it growned in defiance.   A perfect setting for our goal.  We wanted to, for a short period, just forget time.

My husband and friend dared the water, conversation and laughter ensued and we began to fall into that comfortable place of quiet and sun and relaxation. 


As always, I can’t rest long.  My mind starts to move and before I know it, I”m up and about, looking for something to do.  I grabbed my camera and began searching the view finder for something unique.  A bug caught my attention and I spent a couple of minutes following his trail.  Someone jumped in the pool and I changed direction. Snapping away, I followed the little waves through my viewfinder.  It always amazes me how different the world looks when it is directed on the still shot.  Nothing else in the view, but the straight ahead. I sat down and started clicking through some of the photos that I had taken.  I’m a connoisseur of the closeup and was taking a quick look to enjoy what I had captured.   As I began to zoom in on one of the water photos, something started to form before my very eyes.  The foam and the movement of the water had taken on the shape of the number 3.  This number is one that has been vital in my life…starting with my faith and trust in the trinity of God, my three daughters and so much more.  *bunny trail – Something that many people don’t know, I have 3 kidneys! (One is a double embryo, they say – Overachiever here!)  What a cool reminder to me that God sends us little notes all through His creation.

I began to think how many times we miss things in our daily life because we don’t make the time to ‘zoom in’.  We have become surface viewers.  We just can’t help ourselves. We don’t stop long enough to smell the roses.  As a matter of fact, we tend to skim over the visual of the roses and we don’t even see them growing in front of us.  We live in an era of visual chaos.  It consumes us. We just can’t seem to find the time to zoom in, to take that extra moment and discover what is beneath.  I haven’t been able to shake this thought today.  What am I missing, Lord?  What have I missed?  What will I miss if I don’t change the way I view things?  That antsy feeling started rising up in me once again.  This time, it had some direction.  I’m finding myself wanting to stop, drop and zoom in on the things around me.  Taking time to be quiet, then to sit in the quiet and take a closer look.

Creatively His, Sue;)

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Morning Sun

A gorgeous morning.  The birds were in full symphony, you could hear an unrestrained joy in their songs.  As much as I love to people-watch, I also love to view the houses that people live in.  Many things can be revealed without even stepping in the front door.  The way the lawns are manicured.  Whether there was extra effort taken in those tiny decorations that give you an outside welcome.  Flowers that have been planted and either forgotten or provided the utmost care.  I passed a small tree that may have been lovingly planted, but over time, ignored, and now tilted hungrily towards the sun.  You could tell that it had that inner knowledge that the only way to survive was to extend itself outward.  A father and his two children enjoying a quiet stroll together.  The little boy asleep in the carriage without a care in the world.  The daughter, skipping beside her dad and brother, feeling safe and secure in the moment.  The father, bleary eyed, still had a thought for human kind as he gave a small wave and a half-hearted smile in my direction.  Not even half-way around the neighborhood and my mind was filled with stories of what lay inside those many homes.  As I neared the end of my walk, the sun rose a little higher in the sky and in front of me were two large streams of light.  They were pointing to me, seemingly touching me in the middle of my chest as if God had directed the rays my way to warm me and remind me that he was still here.  I have been having chest pains recently and found out that there are digestive issues that are causing it.  It has been a slow race in finding what can work for me. 


In the meantime, I’ve continued to struggle with the pain.  So apropos that this morning, God reminded me with a seemingly point of his fingertips that He also looks at the outside of our houses, but from the inside out.  There are no walls.  No mortar.  Not even a chain link fence that can keep Him from viewing what is inside.  He doesn’t have to guess what is going on inside, He just knows. Luke 11:40 says, “You foolish people!  Did not the one who made the outside make the inside also?” — Why do we as humans, forget these things?   It is as if we adopt induced memory loss.  Forgetting that we have a constant counselor.  Someone that knows us from the inside out.  Knows our struggles, our mental, emotional and physical pain, our loves, our losses, our hurts, our everythings!  — I took my glasses off and wiped them clean and the streams of light disappeared.  Now some would say that those sunbeams directed towards my chest were the result of a couple specks of dirt on my glasses.  I believe God allowed those specks of dirt to arrive in just the right way so that my view would be changed.  From the inside out.

Creatively His, Sue;)

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SUEISM: “Regret leaves a stain on every brand new day.”

Just as your eyes are about to open, lashes fluttering at the knowledge that a new day is about to begin, a thought passes quickly into your cerebral cortex.  A memory, a quick glance into the past and before you know it, regret has seaped in and stolen the beginning of yet another new day.  Panic disorders and depression are becoming commonplace at an alarming rate.  Regret becomes a stain that spreads into your very being like red wine on a fresh-washed linen tablecloth.

STAINIt is easily recognizable.  It destroys the essence of the setting.  It sticks out like a sore thumb, messing with your mind, body and soul.  Have you ever been there?  Most of us can respond with a resounding yes.  What do we do with regret once it visits us, yet again?  A wise man tells me first to recognize regret as a ‘past’ problem, not a ‘present’ problem.  This may sound a bit profound, but how many of us take things that have happened eons ago and mix them up with our current time.  For understanding sake, it is like taking manure and mixing it with the ingredients of a chocolate cake.  Once it has been baked, it looks fine, but the moment your palette receives the first taste, it knows something is extremely wrong.  The same thing happens when we allow regret to stain our day.

1 John 1:9 states, “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrightousness.”  Regret needs a good cleaning.  It arrives attached with things that we are sorry for doing or not doing.  Recognize it for what it is, then put it where it belongs, the past is past…this is a new day.

Creatively His, Sue:)


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