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June 2011


Ah, this so called life. Every time I turn around I am faced with a choice. Some are made easily some come with prayer, contemplation, research and on and on.

No matter our background, the choices are generally the same. Of course I realize circumstances are all different and the opportunities afforded one may not be the same for another.

Last Friday I watched my new friends’ children, they have 3 girls and early Friday morning the mom gave birth to a baby boy. Both parents graduated from Duke University with science degrees, the mom then went to medical school at Wake Forest University, she did residency at Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN and then back to Duke for a Fellowship. I don’t know the background of either of these parents but the three girls, especially the 8 year old, have been exposed to Academia.

Baking cupcakes

The two older girls were playing with their new dolls from McDonalds’, i took them for happy meals while they waited painfully to see their new brother. While pretending, they asked one another where they were going to college, one picked Wake Forest and the other chose “the blue school”. They went on playing. This make believe life reflects what they expect will be choices they will one day make.

That same Friday my sister Mary was spending her day in the inner city of Grand Rapids building a Habitat for Humanity home. When her friend pulled up to help she overheard little neighbor girls playing “pretend”. Their conversation went something like this, “I ain’t pregnant! Who said I was pregnant?!” Does this reflect what these two think will be their choices as they grow up?

All of these girls are going to face the same choices, showing up to school, having sex before marriage, studying, friends, college, drinking, drugs (meth is big in Kingman, crack in GR), jobs and on and on. I can’t stop thinking about it. Maybe it’s not just choices, it’s ceilings, expectations, opportunities.

Oh Lord I pray for hope! Please pray for all of these girls.

~ Susie


Sedona, Arizona is by far one of the wonders that God created. My mom said God got creative and had fun with colors and a paint brush.

Psalm 145:4-6
One generation shall praise Your works to another,
And shall declare Your mighty acts.
I will meditate on the glorious splendor of Your majesty,
And on Your wondrous works.
Men shall speak of the might of Your awesome acts,
And I will declare Your greatness.

Dennis and I are so fortunate to live in this town surrounded by mountains, wildlife, sunshine and just a quick flight away from places like the Grand Canyon and Sedona. I was invited to a shower, which was at 2:30 pm. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to meet friends! Dennis and I decided to venture to Sedona for breakfast. We rose at 4:30 am, pulled ourselves together and hurried to the airport for a 6:00 am departure. Well maybe a 6:30 departure.

We flew to Sedona, see the airport? It sits on a mesa. Everything is beautiful.

We then had a wonderful breakfast at Ken’s Creekside restaurant. Micki and Roger recommended it, they stopped there on there way to our house in April. If Roger recommends a breakfast place you know it’s good! Look at the view from the outside dining.


I think I have mentioned there isn’t much shopping in Kingman unless you want Home Depot and Walmart. Well we spotted a hiking store down the street from Ken’s. We hiked in the Hualapais last week in our running and work shoes. Why not shop for hiking shoes in this beautiful place begging to be hiked!? So we did!

We flew home, and made it with plenty of time for me to wrap my gift (heaven forbid I wrap it ahead of time) and I spent the afternoon making new friends at a baby shower!


Your stuff moves too

A few weeks ago Rhiannon asked me questions about my house. Where is my junk pile in my kitchen? For those of you who have visited my kitchen know there is Always a junk pile. I’m a piler for sure.

The house we are renting is on the 7th tee of the Kingman City Golf course, they boast it is a PGA tournament course, I have know idea what that means, something about an extra place to tee off. When I say on, I mean 10 feet away from the tee. There is no privacy in the backyard, luckily Gus and I go out early enough in the morning to beat the golfers. Their is always ground maintenance people out when I water my garden and Gus makes his sunrise rounds on the planter, and his nifty new fire hydrant.

When we lived on 18th Ave. there was always the sound of boat motors early in the morning as the slalom skiers did their course before work. As we opened our eyes we would hear the rumble of the ski boat engines. Now we hear lawn mowers and as we near 6:00 am we begin to hear the tink of the driver making contact with the tough white ball sailing to the 7th green.

The location is different, the house is smaller but it’s still ours and we came with the same insides. Here are a few pictures.

This is Gus' in the backyard
Junk pile!
Perfect place for a calendar
This is where we watch TV
Our little sitting area
My wet bar turned coffee center!

Life in our home would stop if we had no place to make coffee. Please feel free to stop over!On our way home the other day we were stopped in front of the hospital and we saw this.

Life here in Kingman is nice, we feel it is becoming home.














Early Sunday Morning

For the past two or three years, I’m not sure how long, I crawled out of bed on Sunday mornings at 6:30 am, I’d throw on my yoga pants, some sort of t-shirt or sweatshirt in the dark as Dennis lie sleeping. I’d go to the kitchen make coffee oh and brush my teeth. When the coffee was ready I would pour it into a to go cup and I would be on my way to walk and pray with my friends. We walked, we talked, we prayed. I cherish that time. I’m so thankful to have them still praying while I’m 2000 miles away. As I wake on Sunday morning I know they walked and prayed at 7:30 (4:30 am).

Life changes, friends move, we get separated by busyness somehow but prayer keeps us linked together. At a given time during the day a friend or relative may cross your mind. I am a firm believer that God brings that person into your thoughts so that you will pray for them. If you don’t know what to pray, pray in the spirit ask God what to pray and you can’t ever go wrong with praying the Word; Ephesians 1:16-19 and Phil 1:9-11 are great examples.

Paul, in his letters to the churches encouraged the leadership and the people of the church with prayer and reminded them that he was always praying for them; Colossians 1:3 We give thanks to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, praying always for you.

I am praying for you my friend. I count myself blessed that I am surrounded by so many that pray for me.


This is the Great Adventure

The phrase I keep repeating to Dennis is, “I can’t believe we live here.” When I thought of Arizona in the past I thought of desert, dust and golf courses. When we visited Kingman the first time and then the second, I thought, I always wanted to live near mountains but these didn’t seem like serious mountains. We moved here based mostly on the hospital. Kingman Regional Medical Center has terrific leadership and they are eager to move forward in the medical world.We stepped out in faith we obeyed God not really sure what He has planned for our next move.

When you ask Jesus to be your Lord and Savior or when you do something that seems crazy in your head but you know in your heart seems right, you obey and trust. The great thing about obedience is that it always works out better than we expect.

Philippians 1:6 (msg) There has never been the slightest doubt in my mind that the God who started this great work in you would keep at it and bring it to a flourishing finish on the very day Christ Jesus appears. Oh the joy that fills us when we believe and we see!

Isaiah 55:8-9 (nkj) “ For My thoughts are not your thoughts,
Nor are your ways My ways,” says the LORD.
“ For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
So are My ways higher than your ways,
And My thoughts than your thoughts.

We had no idea what we were moving to! This is a wonderland of outdoor activity. Saturday we jumped in our plane and headed to Sedona.

I love flying!
The town of Sedona
The pilot flying
Here is Sedona from 9000 ft


We couldn’t land because of the strong winds. We enjoyed it from the sky!

Sunday after church, which is also better than we had hoped! We set out to explore the Hualapai Mountains, which I told you is just west of Kingman. There we discovered , hiking trails, mountain bike trails, camps, horseback riding and views beyond belief.

Gus loves adventures
Oh my loving man!
little gusty

See the valley in the background? That's where we live 🙂
Flowers blooming
Gus, me and Kingman in the background

Off I go to start my week. I hope this long post wasn’t too much. We’re just loving life!


A New Day

Thanks to Pastor Jan Schmitt I’ve been hooked on the book of Romans lately. By the way, that woman can bring it! I find it amazing that as Paul wrote to the Romans they were doing and going through the same stuff we are today. Ah, what a human race! In chapter 2 he really is getting after us. He says in verse 5, “But in accordance with your hardness and your impenitent heart you are treasuring up for yourself wrath in the day of wrath and revelation of the righteous judgment of God.”

I’m an exhorter, I don’t like corrective scripture, I focus on stuff like, “Phil 1:4 always in every prayer of mine making request for you all with joy. Oh yes, I like hanging out in the joy of the Lord. Joy, joy, joy! Sometimes God makes me visit and revisit correction and that dirty word, discipline. So, if I have to you might as well visit with me.

I’m surrounded by nice. The city of Kingman is “nice”. Everyone is so kind. Paul doesn’t seem so nice. He’s pretty bossy!

So I ask the question, what is going on in our “impenitent hearts”? Not only are we unrepentant we have things in our hearts that we refuse to do anything about. We just leave it as it is, it’s easier that way. Don’t talk about it, it’s not nice. I’m not pointing fingers, I’m shaking it right back at myself. Today, I’m searching my impenitent heart, making changes. Come on, come clean!! Tiptoe into the world of correction and change your mind. There is certainly joy in that adventure.

This was going to be the blog I displayed the pictures of my house, it turned into something different. Stay tuned! Well, I’m off to a new day. Change seems to be a recurrent theme, I’m going to keep moving with it.

Thanks again Jan!


Sunshine everyday

Today marks the end of our first month at Kingman Regional Medical Center. Dennis is steadily getting busier and we are getting accustom to our surroundings. Today Dennis is on call and had a busy day in the cath lab and in the office. This is Cardiology, sigh.

Memorial Day has always been a special day for my mom and me. She is a patriot, and so loyal. Virginia Schmitt loves a parade. One year, oh maybe 10 years ago she went to a memorial day parade alone. Speaking on the phone the next day I felt so much remorse. I told Dennis, “My mom will never go to another parade by herself.” On memorial day she also visits cemeteries. Now some of you might think this is weird, but she visits different graves, Her mom and step-dad Ed, her brother Chuck and sister-in-law Connie and Katie. Ed and Chuck did not belong to the VFW so they do not get a flag on their graves so she always brings them a flag. At a different cemetery she visits the grave of Patrick, my brother John’s son who died a few days after he was born. He needs a pin wheel. My dad’s parents are buried at yet another cemetery and they have a mass every Memorial Day so she even goes there.

Well about the time I decided to go to parades with her I also decided to start going to visit cemetaries with her. We then began to visit the Catholic, inner city, locked cemetary where her grandparents and aunts and uncles are buried among historical figures of Grand Rapids. Then I learned her dad, who died when she was 8 years old and his parents were buried in yet another one.

So it began, the cemetery tour. We set out every Memorial Day and hopped from one to the other.  We brought scissors, little shovels, geraniums, flags, umbrellas, lawn chairs and pin wheels. We freshen up the grass around the head stones. Oh the stories she has told. Her dad couldn’t be buried in the same cemetery as her mom’s family because he wasn’t Catholic. He is buried in a City cemetery that is dotted with Grand Rapids’ history (who aren’t Catholic). I looked forward to it every year. We missed a few because it rained or was so cold. We skipped a few stops now and then because we got caught up in a story or had to break and have lunch with my dad after mass. Then if the weather was fair we would go to the parade. In Grand Rapids it is Monday evening.

This year I am in Kingman, AZ and Mom is in Grand Rapids. It has been a painful week. I keep thinking of her walking to visit the graves by herself (heaven forbid she ask anyone to go with her). I’m sure the separation was difficult for her too. We haven’t talked about it in our 20 conversations we’ve had. We’ve just had our usual chit chat, she tells me what’s going on in her world and I tell her about mine, as if we still live 5 miles apart.

I miss her. It doesn’t mean I’m sorry I moved it just means this week is difficult. Next year Grand Rapids might be my destination for a long Memorial Day weekend. The stories she tells and the time we have spent on those Monday mornings I will cherish forever. My Uncle Chuck used to say, “She makes up most of that crap.” No she, like me listened as the adults around her told stories and she held on to the history she so enjoyed. My life is enriched by the chronicles of Virginia Marie Fischer-Schmitt.


A lot to do, A lot to do……

We had a wonderful weekend. Really our first, just the two of us free to explore Arizona. We visited Lake Havasu, Ash Fork, Prescott, Hillsdale and of course home to Kingman. We spent time together and we were able to spend time with new friends. Most importantly everybody loved my pie, haha no, not really the most important. We made a decision on a new church. We have been back and forth between a couple. This weekend we visited our new home church and both of us left with a relief of, “We found our new home.” The Pastor brought a message that was bold and unwavering from the Word of God. This is an exciting time to live in Kingman, AZ and we are so happy that God has so graciously placed us here for such a time as this.

We met a woman at our new church (I like saying that) who said, “You don’t just move to Kingman, you are called to Kingman.” Dennis and I know God has a plan. We have seen Satan try to T-bone these vehicles. We are excited and focused.


Along the road south of Prescott
This is a happy husband, WIND and sun on our face

These two pictures were taken on our 350 mile Harley road trip Sunday afternoon.






Phil 1:8-11 NKJ

For God is my witness, how greatly I long for you all with the affection of Jesus Christ.

And this I pray, that our love may abound still more and more in knowledge and all discernment, that we may approve the things that are excellent, that we may be sincere and without offense till the day of Christ, being filled with the fruits of righteousness which are by Jesus Christ, to the glory and praise of God.