Hope for the future

For I know the plans I have for you. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11

On this birthday, the first day of a new year in my life, I am awestruck by all the ways God has carried out this promise over the course of my life. That knowledge gives me hope for the future, whatever it holds. The past two years have been a bumpy ride, and I’m grateful for the friends and family who have sustained me as I have grieved losses. I’m especially grateful for the listening and kindness of my pastor, who will soon be moving on as our church calls a new permanent pastor—a new adventure and new possibility for relationship.

 Now in the autumn of my life, always my favorite season as a young child, I am assessing what opportunities the future might hold for serving God in different ways. My most recent project was to put together my first book of poems written out of my experiences on my first medical mission trip and my first trip to Nicaragua. The trip blessed my life in so many ways, many intangible, which I could only begin to express through poetry. God has had a hand in this project. I have offered the book in exchange for a donation to next year’s mission trip back to Nicaragua and have been amazed by the response of those who have read the poems and graciously donated. Who but God knew there was a poet hiding inside all this time. God is good. All the time.

Grace and Peace,

Donna Sue

Remembering

A year ago this week, our interim pastor died unexpectedly following surgery. How strange to realize that a whole year has passed. I miss her bright smile, green eyes, copper hair, and wicked sense of humor. Our church has moved on without her, reluctantly, but of necessity. Now we will face yet more change when her replacement leaves sometime before the end of the year and another permanent pastor arrives. I confess I do not understand much that has happened this past two years since our last permanent pastor left. But one thing I know without a shadow of doubt: God has been with us throughout this time of sadness and change. For that reason, I am confident that God will be with us as we move into the future, whatever that might hold. I read a quote recently that hit home: "You either trust God or you don't." I referenced that wisdom when I preached yesterday on the passage from John's Gospel in which Jesus declared, "I am the bread of life." That bread is sufficient to feed our souls through whatever changes come. I am grateful for the sure and certain knowledge of God's grace in this time of remembered sadness.

Grace and Peace,
Donna Sue

First World Problems

A group from our church went to Nicaragua in January on two week medical mission trip. I found, as with previous mission trips, that I was blessed by the experience way beyond anything I might have done for the people we went to serve. The Nicaraguans were gracious in their hospitality and warm in their welcome. Having read about the history of our country’s interactions with Nicaragua, I am humbled by the fact that they let us into the country. I learned a new phrase during the trip-- first world problems. Today I have been frustrated as I have wrestled with a first world problem, one that involved a computer of course--a brand new bread machine that would not start after I filled it with the ingredients for sour dough bread. Nothing happened when I hit start, even after I reset the machine and tried again. So I called the number on the sheet that says, “thank you for purchasing our product,” and “our customer assistance representatives are always ready to answer your questions.” They are ready if you are willing to wait on hold for about a half an hour. While I waited, I dumped the mixture from the bread machine into a bowl, mixed it up the old fashioned way, kneaded it and set it aside to rise--a good start to working off my frustration. In another hour, I will roll it into a loaf and let it rise once more and then bake it--a solution to my first world problem.  I have the ingredients and the knowledge to make bread. The people we saw in Nicaragua in the rural areas we visited suffer from third world problems, real problems like hunger, disease, lack of clean water, and high rates of maternal and infant mortality, to name just a few. Yet they live their lives with faith and quiet dignity as they tackle the problems they face. When I become aggravated with a first world problem these days, I try to remember to take a deep breath and think about our new friends in Nicaragua, who daily face problems that are matters of life and death. And then I thank God for the blessings I too often take for granted and continue to work towards a return trip to Nicaragua where I hope to learn more about how to face life’s challenges from the amazing people who live there.

Grace and Peace,
Donna Sue

No Cover

The announcement in the paper said, “No cover,” for the Live Poets Society meeting. Where does that strange phrase come from? Of course it means no charge to get into the event. Then again, who pays to hear poets read their work, except perhaps other poets?

I have been thinking today about the phrase, “No cover,” in relation to my poetry. I think it might work as the title for the poem I’ve been contemplating about the upcoming medical mission trip to Nicaragua. Poets at their best write with no cover—like those faithful members of the Live Poets Society, who lay their hearts out for all to see at our monthly meetings. I will be going to Nicaragua with no cover, as a poet, to a land which, like Ireland, reveres poets as national treasures.

For the trip to Nicaragua I will leave behind my normal cover and go into a place well beyond my comfort zone—no iPhone; no jewelry, not even my wedding rings and my grandmother’s engagement ring and tiny gold cross; no makeup (not that I wear much these days!); no blue jeans, but scrubs like nurses wear; no familiar food and drink, but gallo pinto (aka rice and red beans) three meals a day; no familiar surroundings and people, only strangers who speak Spanish, which I am expected to help translate.

If I can capture in a poem the sense that I am about to step into another universe, stripped of my usual cover, perhaps I can also capture why I go on these trips that are so far out of my norm. It is because on each prior mission trip, I have met Christ in a different incarnation. Stepping outside my comfort zone with no cover was the basic requirement for those experiences.

Grace and Peace,

Donna Sue

Gratitude

I meet weekly in the early morning with a small group of writers at a local Starbucks, where we write briefly from word prompts and then share what we have written with each other. Last week, as we approached the end of 2011, we wrote on the topic of gratitude. I wrote mostly about my gratitude for my family and the blessing of being able to see them often. But as my mind has been preoccupied with the upcoming medical mission trip to Nicaragua, I also wrote about my gratitude for those things I most often take too much for granted—a roof over my head, food to eat and access to good medical care. What I neglected to include in my reflection on gratitude was thanksgiving for clean, safe, water that flows from the tap each time I turn it on. Janice, the leader of our medical mission adventure, has been going to Nicaragua on such trips for 15 years now, and she was excited to learn that the place we will be staying has running water with flush toilets and showers. She said on previous trips she has bathed out of a bucket, so this will be luxurious. Nonetheless, she had to make special arrangements for water that will be safe for us to drink. I have found that to be one of the ongoing challenges on prior mission trips. I have to remember not to take a drink from the tap and not to rinse my toothbrush at the tap. I have to remember to pack enough water for the day’s activities from the safe source that has been provided for us. It is so much easier to simply turn on the tap and have all the fresh, clean water I need. In this as in so many other ways, we are blessed in this country. Too many around the world lack access to clean water or to readily available water of any sort. We can live without many of the things we take for granted, but not without water. When I remember that, I realize again the power of Jesus’ assertion that he is living water, the blessed substance without which life is impossible.

Grace and Peace,

Donna Sue

Venison Sausage and Tough Love

Moses and Zipporah joined our family several years ago now. Morning walks are a ritual, and I can expect to find two eager faces watching me eat breakfast through the door to the screened porch. When I finish and begin to lace up my walking shoes, they begin barking and running in circles with excitement. Some walks are more exciting than others. Squirrels and cats provoke frantic barking and tugs at the leashes that I have to restrain. 

One morning this past week, the walk included discovery of hidden treasure. Why anyone would drop or toss a large, plastic-wrapped stick of venison sausage in the dried leaves along the side of the road where we walk is a mystery. When Moses found his treasure, I thought he had unearthed another dead squirrel and hurried to relieve him of the body before he could eat it. What I discovered instead was a fat sausage with a greasy plastic cover that made getting a grip on it impossible. I lost the tug of war and was unable to pry his jaws open to take the sausage away. Moses patiently opposed me and refused to drop the sausage.

Frustrated and in a hurry, I began walking towards home, for the first time hoping without success for a squirrel or cat alert that would prompt Moses to bark and drop the sausage. As we approached the house, I realized I could not let Moses off the leash as usual, or he would simply run away down the hill with the sausage. I feared the plastic and the sun-ripened meat would make him sick. Opening the gate, I let the dogs into the back yard as usual then walked into the screened porch and closed the door. I managed to let Zipporah off her leash with one hand. Then I turned to Moses, prepared for another tug of war.

He had dropped the sausage! I managed to grab it and pitch it over the fence, thinking that was the end of the adventure. Moses, however, planted himself by the chain link fence, growling at Zipporah each time she approached, an unusual confrontation probably prompted by the smell of the sausage just beyond the fence. Worried he might jump the chain link fence, I let myself out of the garage and searched through the dead leaves and fallen trees outside the fence, praying I would find the sausage and no snakes. When I found the chunk of meat, I learned the forbidden treasure was venison sausage, which I promptly dumped in the trash can. My hands were greasy and, dirty, and I had worked up a sweat. Tough love is also tough for the giver.

Moses was not happy with the loss of his giant treat. I regretted relieving him of his unexpected prize, but also did not want him to make himself sick. It would have been much easier to just let him have the sausage. I thought about the times I had to disappoint my sons by denying them some treasured item or experience. Then I thought about the times I had been the recipient of God’s tough love. It is no fun being on the receiving end either. I thought about the times God has gently denied some item or experience I thought was indispensable, until I gained the wisdom to understand the treasure was no prize. Tough love is one of those hard blessings that sometimes come to us in this life, love in a form that can be hard to recognize, but is love nonetheless.

Grace and Peace,

Donna Sue

Green Pastures

As I opened my blog to write a new post, I realized that I wrote last about Psalm 23, which has been on my mind again for a different reason. My husband and I returned recently from our first trip to Ireland, a place that is cool and green and blessed with rain. As we drove around the countryside and watched the fat sheep in the lush grass, I thought of Psalm 23 and the Psalmist’s promise that God makes us lie down in green pastures. I found that just being there refreshed my body, tired from the 100 plus degrees of this summer in Central Texas, and my soul, weary from the sadness of the past few weeks. Simply being in such a place made the Psalm seem more real to me and reminded me of God’s love. What a blessing to have time away in a beautiful place among new friends to renew my spirit. Maggie, if you are reading this know that you are a blessing. The trip would not have been the same without you, and I am most grateful to have met you.

Grace and Peace,

Donna Sue