Susan's Blog: San Juan Memories

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

San Juan Memories

I nearly choke back tears at the thought

Your feet may have strode upon the blue cobblestone bricks

That my feet tread upon today

Did you sit under a starry midnight sky

With a warm gentle breeze blowing

The sound of waves breaking on a nearby beach

Did you enjoy Sunday afternoon in the park

Teaching your two little brown eyed boys

To fly a kite high in the sunlit sky

Did your eyes gaze upon the azure blue sea

Watch the waves break

Taste the salty spray in the air

Can it really be nearly 50 years ago

A young wife became a mother

Made San Juan, Puerto Rico her home

by Susan Bunts Wachtel

February 16, 2010

Dedicated to my mother Gayle Merriam Johnson Bunts Lorenat

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My Colors Will Be Clear

I am a part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have Holy Spirit power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I'm a disciple of His. I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.

My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure. I'm finished and done with low living, sight seeing, smooth knees, color-less dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, "chinchy" giving and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need position, promotions, or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded. I now live by presence, learn by faith, walk by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by power.

My face is set, my gait is fast, my destination is heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few. My Guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity.

I won't give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, and preached up for the cause of the One that gave me life, drew the line in blood for me in the hour of my destiny.

I am one of Christ's remnant people. I belong to Him and none other. All I do to bring this life to another is done because of that blood covenant poured out for me.

I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all know, and work till He stops me. I must share will all that one more might hear and be drawn from the flaming darkness that longs to consume. Reach for another, touch but one more!

Until that moment...He will have no problem in recognizing me- my colors will be clear!!!

Not only are the words inspiring but so is the man behind them. The above letter was written by a Pastor in Africa who was undergoing severe persecution. On the eve of his execution he sat down and wrote the above note.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

San Juan Memories

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