Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Me saying my "Ginger Me" poem



This is from my post Defying Gravity Oh and BTW what my cousin actually said was, "My red hair gives me super powers!" I replied, "With great power comes great responsibility" lol And after I said this poem at "Poetic Peace" I got a free drink ;-) Non-alcoholic, of course!



Ginger Me
Blonds have all the fun
They're the 'lucky ones'
Gentlemen prefer them
It seems bad boys prefer me.
Perhaps a different shade of dye is worth a try?
But my cuz says her red hair makes her fly
They look at her, they look at me
If he's a male-
We'll get it for free.
She's got sass
She's got spunk
She knows God don't make junk.
They call me "Red"
A "firecracker" they said
I no longer care what "they" say
What's in my heart can't be taken away
Some day my hair will fade
And I'll let it stay gray
Or go white as gingers do
Beauty is vain
But the fire in my heart will burn on and on
To my King I'll sing this song:
His love is deeper than the ocean
He washes away my brokenness
He whispers to my heart
His love for me will never part!


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Wednesday, May 24, 2017

The Storm by Redheaded Writing Hood



I was inspired by what seemed to be the tears of God falling here in Georgia after the Manchester attack on May 22, 2017
This poem came out of a storm in my life and those posts are here: Storms Part 1  and the time I wrote the poem Storms Part 2


You number my wanderings; Put my tears into Your bottle; Are they not in Your book? Psalm 56: 8

The Storm
You say no one cares for you
Well that's not true 'cause I do
And God does too!
Oh that I could fix your problem
I'd mend you up,
You'd no longer be stuck
In that addiction or depression,
The trials that come in rapid succession,
But what can I do?
I cannot fix you!
I can't make you believe.
I can't even relieve
That deep ache in your heart
Just where do I start?
Don't do nothing! She yelled at me,
So what shall I do?
Scream and shout? And run about?
Perhaps sit and pout?
I'll fight a war upon my knees
In quietness and confidence shall be my strength,
He keeps my prayers and my tears
Perhaps the overflow makes the rain?
To water all the pain upon the earth,
I'll thank Him for this thorn,
I'll Praise Him even when I'm worn,
Because He carries me through the storm.
Yes He walks to me on the tempest sea,
The rain brings life back to my dying tree,
And one day through the clouds I'll see...
The rainbow

From my book, The Seven Story Tree

Here is a beautiful new song by Rend Collective called, Weep with me 

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

My Story







My old website is gone, so I decided to put some things from it here, starting with this revised version of my testimony:
My name is Susan Story. I was born October 13, 196? in the San Fernando Valley, California, the youngest in a family of seven.  We went to a Presbyterian Church where my parents were active members. I thought I was a Christian because I went to Church and I believed in Jesus.
My dad worked for IBM and in 1979 they moved us to Boca Raton, Florida. My husband-to-be’s family was transferred from New York to Boca in 1978. His father also worked for IBM. In Boca, our family began going to Spanish River Presbyterian Church.  This is a daughter Church of  D. James Kennedy’s Church in Ft. Lauderdale.  This is where I began to learn about Christ.  I began going to Sunday School and a friend there invited me to the youth group. 
            

In my senior year of high school (83-84) I befriended a new girl who was involved in the World Wide Church of God or Armstrongism.  This church has changed since then and is no longer technically classified as a cult.  At that time however, this church taught that you should follow all the Levitical Law in the Old Testament much like Orthodox Judaism. So my friend and I would talk  about God and the Bible and how her church’s beliefs were different from my church’s. I started reading the Bible constantly. I visited her church a couple times and was reading all their pamphlets too. Also in my tumultuous senior year I began dating my neighbor and future husband, Bob. We constantly struggled with going too far in our physical relationship and my grades suffered. But all these experiences did make me realize I was a sinner and I surrendered my life to Christ and was born again. That was May of 1984. I remember getting on my knees and asking God if  I should continue going to this strange church. So God lead me out of that church and I continued to go to Spanish  River Presbyterian. Bob and I were married there in 1986. We had our oldest child in 1987. Bob was hired (as an engineer) by the Warner Robins Air force Base in 1988. Since we've had four more children. We homeschooled from 1994-2003. I've been a stay-at-home mom and house-wife all through the years, also volunteering at church and my children's schools.     

Unfortunately, my husband and I are separated (Since 2014) and going to eventually divorce. I moved out of our large house in August of 2016. Our youngest is 16 and currently living with her dad in the big house. I live in our smaller house we had previously rented out.

I never thought this would happen to us but God is still at work in my life. I am writing poetry and blogging still (obviously;) I have a book of poetry that came out in 2015, The Seven Story Tree I have a children's book out now called, "What Elephant?" (Which will also be a song!) Also my second book of poetry, "RED: Redeemed-Equipped-Delivered" should be out soon and my first Bible study book on Faith in my "The Seven Story House" Bible study series. I was working with a ministry to those who have been sex trafficked called "Out of Darkness" for a short period. I would love to get a ministry job. I am now running an Airbnb (renting out rooms in my home-daily/weekly).


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Where then is my hope?
As for my hope, who can see it? Job 17:15

The Vision
It's in the morning sun, rising
It's in the green grass, thriving
In the mocking bird's song
Yes the days are long and lonely
But hope is rising
Sunday is coming
God is so loving
He's patient while I have my angry fit
God! I yell, No one gives a crap about me!
He says to me, You can be pitiful, Susan
Or POWERFUL it's your choice
I have a wise mentor
Her name is Joyce (Meyer)
She teaches me to be careful what I do
And think and say,
I must read the Bible everyday
There's LIFE in the Word!
Satan's only here to kill, steal and destroy
Yeah he wants to find you a boy toy
He'll ruin your life!
Fill it with strife
He's destroyed so many
He's an expert at deceit, temptation and defamation
Don't be ignorant of his devices
Or he will keep you in crisis
But the just shall live by faith
Trust God He'll make you better
Listen to Satan you'll be bitter
He wants you to be a quitter
But God says, Press on!
It won't be long!
For the vision is yet for an appointed time,
But at the end it shall speak and not lie.
Though it tarry,
wait for it,
because it will surely come;
and will not tarry.

From my next book of poetry, "RED: Redeemed-Equipped-Delivered"