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Topics Susie Has Addressed

Topics Susie Has Addressed:

Becoming a Spiritually Fit Mom


The Family Home as the First Church

Praying Together as a Family 101

Eve, the First Mother, Creating Paradise in the Home

Women in the Bible and their Impact on Mothering

Committing to Forgiveness, the Cornerstone of Family Life

Light, Love, and Miracles - Reflections on the spiritual message of the dramatic Rescue of the Chilean Coal Miner's

The Prodigal Mother, Coming Home to Feast

Religion and Spirituality, Differences and Similarities and Their Impact On Our Families

Lessons In Change and Transformation

The Last Seven Statements of Christ, A Path to Love

Creating and Writing Your Own Prayers

Jesus, Man of Prayer and Teacher of Love

Simple Meditation for Busy Mothers

Practicing the Common Sense of God in Your Homes

Healing the Mother-Heart One Prayer at a Time


For information on these and other topics, Susie can be reached at 417-599-2388 Speaking fees are negotiable. References can be provided.















Sunday, April 15, 2012

Seeds and Flowers


Olivia rushes in the house with a fist full of flowers!  Yellow and beautiful ones, Mom!  Just like you!  What mom can resist pulling out a vase and filling it with those precious dandelions after a compliment like that?  I even picked up tiny vases at Goodwill just for all the incoming dandelions.  Who can make a weed seem more precious than a child who sees only the beautiful color and the resemblance of a flower?  Through Olivia’s imagination there is no difference between weeds and flowers.  She doesn’t even really comprehend that weeds exist, and that they are not helpful to lawns and flower beds.  If it is growing, looks pretty, and fits in one of our vases it belongs in the category of flowers to her.  She won’t understand they are weeds until someone teaches her that,
and for now, I don’t want to be that person. 

For Easter my children were given those little dollar planting pots from Target.  They came with a packet of seeds, the potted soil, and the little pot to put a few tablespoons of water in.  Children are always so enthusiastic at the prospect of growing something beautiful, especially when it is something that they planted and watered and took care of.  All three of our growing pots are sitting on the window sill above the kitchen sink. It is as if the kids get to try their hand at performing a little bit of magic.  Plant a tiny seed and get a flower or a vegetable or an herb.  For the past several days now, Olivia runs to her pot every couple of hours to see if the flower is there.  Where is it, Mom?  I thought you said it would grow?  How long till we see the flower? Just yesterday, you can see that the ground has started to give way to something growing beneath in the darkness.  There is life way down deep where we cannot see the “magic” happening.  After a little disappointment, I always tell her to see the flower in her imagination and in God’s time, the flower will appear.  Then I always ask her to tell me about the flower she sees in her imagination.  I ask her to tell me the color, the way it smells, what it feels like, and how big it is.  It is kind of a fun little game we play while we wait for the flower to bloom.

A seed and the flower that results is so symbolic of how God takes us from imagination to result, from believing to doing, and from cause to effect. The seed is the word of God...Luke 8:11  For the last five years, I have been working on writing a book of prayers and reflections for mothers. What started out as a need for prayers and reflections for a mother’s group at our church  led to writing a book, which is now being printed with a publisher and sold.  One little thought-seed that God planted in the soil of my mind, and eventually my heart, grew. God kept that seed alive through everyone else’s encouragement, prayers, and support as I felt it take root inside me.  I’m really good at starting things, but not so great at following them through. But something kept me following through and when I wanted to throw the prayers in a folder and wait for a better time, God would say, Susie, there is no better time. And then the excuses:  But, God, I have three small children, a thousand commitments at church and  I’m sleep deprived.  I can’t speak a whole sentence most days let alone write a whole sentence that might actually help someone. And then God: You’re not writing this, Susie, I am.  I just need you to sit at the computer and let me think through you.  I just need you to type, believe, and I’ll help you find the time and the energy. 

When you put it in that perspective, it is hard to say no.  Every seed, a prayer, every bit of time I could scrape up grew roots, and when I wanted to give up, I just kept my eye on the flower, the end result. But as for that in the good soil, these are the ones who, when they hear the word, hold it fast in an honest and good heart, and bear fruit with patient endurance. Luke 8: 15  Instead of thinking about writing the whole entire book, I kept my thought on the prayer in front of me, or the reflection, or the scripture.  And eventually, the roots broke through the soil, and pages started to pile up.  Having a mom’s group to share them with, and a newsletter to put them in, kept me on track and focused.  Inspiration showered down from conversations with other mothers and kept watering those seeds, sunshine came from compliments, requests for more, and other’s belief in me.  I had to be careful about weed-doubts that might take up energy from what was trying to break through and grow.  But most of all, love kept everything growing.  Love for mothers.  Love for praying and writing, and love for God, and what God was trying to accomplish through a mom with everyday struggles, challenges, and small victories.  I loved writing.

I loved seeing a finished prayer, and then praying it!  I loved the rush of an insight or a thought that I couldn’t have had without the Holy Spirit being completely involved in the project.  I loved how God was crossing t’s and dotting i’s, and filling the pages.  And I loved it when I finally got the whole mess of papers organized enough into a white binder, that eventually were shaped into chapters, with themes no less!  Just like a leaf that has finally broken through in the flower pot, you could really believe that there would be a flower.  And as the binder grew thick with the prayers and thoughts of God, my belief grew ever firm and even more powerful.  There would be a prayer book at the end of it all.


Breaking through the soil was the biggest challenge.  For me the soil was the time! Fertile time! And not just the amount of time, but time that would allow for some deep, concentrated thought about what was being entered on the keyboard and showing up on a computer screen.  I could panic about finding time, but once I finally relaxed and believed that time would multiply too, that precious soil would be rich and fertile.  I started to really examine my day and what it was filled with.  And in the beginning, I would take twenty minutes here and there, and then I realized that multitasking would once again come in handy.  I could nurse a baby on my lap while sitting at the computer desk.  Done!  Baby filled, pages filled!  Then there were all the minutes adding up waiting to pick up Clare from school.  If I went a little earlier Nathan and Olivia usually fell asleep.  Another fifteen or twenty minutes to at least make some notes, write half a prayer, or jot down some scripture.  And when I forgot my notebook, I used the receipts lying next to the driver’s seat.  Or the napkin left over from  McDonalds, or the worship aide I forgot to leave at church, and I would stuff them in my purse and throw them in my binder later.  After the kids would go to bed, instead of three hours of mindless television, I would grab the laptop and sit in the recliner and write for an hour and a half and then choose a show to watch.  It became my reward for writing a few more paragraphs.  But I did promise myself that if I was just too tired, too uninspired, too anything, I could let it go and put it in the Great Gardener’s hands and trust in God’s timing.  Nothing grows when you are panicked, rushed, and urgent about seeing a result.  It is enough that there is soil, a seed, and some water and sun.  We can’t really see the roots taking hold, but we know and believe they are there.  You can’t really see the seed cracking open into a whole plant, nor can we make that happen on our own, but we know that it is happening.  It is part of nature, and nature is full of God.  Only God can take a seed, and without that seed trying to make itself grow into a flower, will that seed become what it was meant to become.  The seed doesn’t feel panicked or worried that it isn’t a flower yet.  It just does what it is naturally meant to do without getting in its own way of becoming a flower.  The seed trusts that it will bloom when spring comes.  It doesn’t count days or worry about the length of winter.  It doesn’t think about the weeds around it or what could dig it up and prevent it from growing.  It simply is already a flower, even in its earliest form of a seed. Since there is no real time, the seed is a blossom, a root, a stem, and a leaf, all at once,  that unfolds in time as God knows it to be.   

The first line I wrote was already a sentence, a chapter, a section, and a book.  God didn’t want me to worry, fret, or wonder how it would get into someone’s hands because it would naturally happen.  There was only one thing left, a publisher. For truly I tell you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there, and it will move.' and nothing will be impossible to you.  Matthew 17:20Think I didn’t worry a little about that one?  Enter God, again. A friend of ours calls Charles out-of-the-blue to see how we were doing.  She is in the printing business and is friends of a priest that both Charles and I knew well back in Nebraska.  She helped him put his first book together, and she put me in touch with him, but also helped me organize my book so that it could be sent to the publisher.  And if I couldn’t find a publisher, she would help me get it printed anyway.  Friend knows priest.  I contact priest.  Priest helps me write a query.  Friend organizes entire book.  I contact the publisher.  Publisher likes query and book.  I am offered a publishing contract for five books.  The first of which is being printed on Monday.  And guess what was presented to me on the cover of the first book… A flower in full bloom!

God had all the details, the how, the where, the who, and the way to get his work accomplished in the world.  I only acted when inspired.  Any worrying I did added absolutely nothing to the process, and probably added new gray hair. In fact, it probably only hindered it, because when our mind clings to worry, then God’s inspiration, direction, and plans cannot flow through our heart and mind, and into our lives.

And I’ll bet if you look back at the garden of your life, you can see where the seeds have been planted and how you were inspired, motivated, and moved to grow something there.  Maybe it was a career or children, or a special volunteer position you had been wanting to do.  Maybe it was a husband or an adopted child or a hobby.  And I’d be willing to bet that the real “work” was done by God, but you simply held onto the vision of the “flower” and trusted that there would be enough sun, enough rain, enough fertile soil, and enough care to cause it to grow into fruition.  God is always planting seeds, or ideas, in the fields of our imagination, and all he requires of us is our belief and acting upon our love for a simple seed and a love of the inspiration of the Holy Spirit. 
                                                                                                 
Pay attention to the seed. Be alert to the signs of its germination, in the fields of your imagination. It is there that God creates miracles. Hold onto the belief that the seed you feel,  is already a flower.  Let love flow through your efforts and you will soon reap what has been sown in mind and heart.  Don’t worry.  Don’t fret about money, equipment, time, or talent. Don’t try to figure out how God is going to do this, just trust that He will.  If I can write a book over five years and see it through to publishing, believe me, whatever dream has been trying to break through the soil of your life, will eventually break through and flourish. 
  
So readers, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.  For you are part of the beauty of that flower. You are a piece of the paradise that God continues to grow in my life.  You watered the seed through your prayers, your compliments and encouragement, and your support to me in so many ways:  as babysitters, retreatants, your monetary support, and even in simply passing this blog on to someone else. You gave me space in newsletters, web sites, and rooms in your churches to lead quiet days and days of reflection and renewal.  All of you, with the grace of God, were why I had no reason to toil, sweat, or worry about growing a little piece of heaven.  Many of you around the world, I have not met, but I hold the time and attention that you give to this blog in deep gratitude.  I do not take your hearts or your time for granted.  I will pray for your seeds, for the gardens that you are cultivating, and that you may feel the glory of a golden, spring paradise in your corner of the world!

I hope you will consider making Mother Prayers, Mama Wisdom, a part of your library, whether electronically or a book that you hold in your hand.  Women of all ages, whether  you have just had a baby or have raised all your babies into adults will find something in these pages.  Perfect for Mother’s Day, baby showers, baptisms, birthday gifts, grandmothers, church gift shops, care baskets for new moms, or just because…. you will not be disappointed in content and inspiration.  I simply wrote down what God spoke to me.  These five books were not from me, but came through me.  And I would love for you to have them!  The link to Tau-Publishing is on my blog page for your convenience. 




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