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I woke up this morning singing, “Open the eyes of my heart” by Paul Baloche.

A simple prayer lifted to the Lord. I want to see God in His majesty, be close enough to Him that I know in my heart what my next move should be. I will take on giants with His will on my side!

I Left my blog, in August. Whew, it was quite a whirl wind and I feel like I fell asleep and went into auto pilot. So we are now moved in our house, settled with a few minor details here and there. At the end of April we will celebrate two years in the desert. God is so faithful. It’s been 3 months since I saw Zoe, Brett and Angela sure do miss them. I got a glimpse of Erin and Carter, that helps. And of course celebrated Samantha’s 30th birthday and St. Patrick’s Day with her and a mound of other family in Grand Rapids.

Off to start my day. Stay tuned 🙂

Illuminated ~ Susie


This is like an old west movie, there was a storm brewing and the winds were whipping, Gus and I went outside to watch it come over the mountain. There was a swarm of vultures flying over head. Gus and I watched them, I think the vultures were doing what we were, just enjoying the smell of rain and the wind in our face.

The house on Stallion Dr. is moving right along following are some pictures.

The ceiling on both front and back porch is complete and beautiful!

Final trim!

This is a busy place, talented people all doing there thing. Pictured is Jonathan the landscape architect and Jim, framer, painter, talented trim work, etc!

Tadah!! we have shelving in the closets! This is getting so exciting. We are enjoying the process but I have to admit, move in day can’t come soon enough. Being settled is a feeling I haven’t felt for a while and that would be nice.

Anxious ~ Susie

Full Steam Ahead!

The drywalling is almost complete. Jeffrey is in the home stretch in this marathon of mudding and we are ready for primer. My beautiful wood floor should be arriving from Kentucky next week, trim and such is ordered and we are off!!

Doug, our contractor told us it will seem as though everything comes to a halt during the drywall process. It did. My, just as in everything in life we need to keep our eyes on the   goal and not the current circumstance, don’t get bogged down and impatient just because it seems as though things are not going as planned, press on toward the mark.

1 Corinthians 9:24 Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may obtain it.

Don’t miss this, this is good!

Philippians 3:12-14 (MSG) I’m not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made. But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don’t get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I’ve got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I’m off and running, and I’m not turning back.

“It was mush, mush, mush all the way!” ~Bugs Bunny

Pressing ~ Susie


Gus and I are enjoying the breezy, 87 degree day out here on the high desert mountain.

I am such a dreamer. If only this, if only that. How about, “if I would just do?” I have a beautiful setting, a husband who provides security, love and encouragement. My job is just that, to do my job.

So here I am out on this lovely patio writing and working. Hebrews 9:13 gives a list of old testament examples of sacrifices used to purify us, only to point to verse 14 (from the Message) which says; If that animal blood and the other rituals of purification were effective in cleaning up certain matters of our religion and behavior, think how much more the blood of Christ cleans up our whole lives, inside and out. Through the Spirit, Christ offered himself as an unblemished sacrifice, freeing us from all those dead-end efforts to make ourselves respectable, so that we can live all out for God.

All I can do is be obedient and He produces something I could have never imagined.

So my book is coming! I am quenched in the desert and loving every minute of it.My recreation! Who would have guessed!?

Last game of the season tonight. It has been fun and I’ve made many new friends.

Washed in the Blood and so very thankful ~ Susie


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.


Holiday Weekend

The summer begins with Memorial Weekend. This is also Dennis’ first weekend free and clear and we’re both here.

Last night we flew to Lake Havasu City which is only 47 miles away but fun to experience flying to dinner. Dennis got out of work early, this is the norm for now. We headed to the Kingman Airport, hopped in the plane and off to Lake Havasu. We called the airport who arranged for a shuttle service to take us to Shugrue’s Restaurant, they are right on the water and have a lovely view of the London Bridge and a beautiful sunset. We enjoyed Sea Bass and Ahi Tuna, it was delicious,  our waiter Glen was entertaining. Coconut cream pie for dessert. Not as good as Mom’s but a great ending to the evening.

This morning I baked a blueberry pie.

Blueberry pie

You know that uncomfortable feeling when you get invited somewhere new? One of Dennis’ colleagues invited us to his home for a cookout. I don’t know his wife, I met them both briefly, now we’re invited to their home. Is it a potluck? What should I take? Of course one husband said to the other, “Please come over we’re having a cookout.” No questions or instructions from either of them just a time span of the party. So I’ll take my pie, If I was supposed to bring meat to grill we will have none 🙂

On to another beautiful day in Kingman, AZ, winds gusting to 35 mph. Definitely a hat day 🙂


Breezy vs. Windy

Here in Kingman, AZ there is always a breeze and then there is Wind. I don’t think we will ever have one of those hot sweaty, still summer days where nothing is moving. There will be a breeze or wind. I chronically have what I refer to as “Kingman Hair”.

Kingman Hair

Shaper Plus is no match for Kingman Hair. See, we sit between two mountain ranges, the Hualapai (pronounced Whalipie) with the elevation of 8400ish ft above sea level and the Cerbat (Sir-bat) which is 6800ish, so the air gets whirled around and this causes, Kingman hair.

Morning Run view of Hualapai Mtns.
My neighbor's front yard




I stopped while I was running to take pictures of my surroundings. This first picture in the foreground is native flora, with the Hualapai in the back.




The second picture is running up the road from my house. I thought this plant was so cool. It really is beautiful here.

The third is the picture I sent to Kirsti while training for the Riverbank Run. My street is a steady incline all the way home. I was whining 🙂 Look at that sky! Yesterday I got a little sunburn on my run.


Running up my Street

Beginning my day, refreshed and so thankful for this new life. We’re so unsure of so many things but one thing I am certain, my God supplies all my needs according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus. (Phil 4:19).





The Heat that was Promised

The cath lab staff at KRMC (Kingman Regional Medical Center) experienced Dr. Dennis Dunning’s patience and stamina with their first 2 hour case yesterday. They were overjoyed with the result and have now been christened into the world of  opened arteries in the lower extremity!

Dennis is a firm believer in: “To whom much is given, from him much will be required.” Luke 12:48. He works hard and expects it of everyone around him. Whatta guy!

There are two things you can count on in Kingman, AZ; hills and wind. While Running they can be grueling and then glorious within seconds. It is promised to be a warm day today, a high of 88 degrees. It has been sunny everyday but one since I returned from Michigan two weeks ago. I’ll take the heat with a breeze.

Today is administrative. Haha, for those of you who know me well, A-D-M-I-N-I-S-T-R-A-T-I-V-E is a foreign and ugly word. It must be done, so I will end the procrastination and get on with phone calls and taking care of business.



Day 2!

We wake up at 5:30 am. Because Arizona doesn’t do daylight savings time, it is bright and cheery at 5:30 am, we awake to birds singing and sunshine in the windows. About six am the lawn mowers start, we live on a golf course.

Yesterday I planted flowers. Things that are annuals in MI; Lantana (which I love) and Gerbera daisies are perennials here in AZ. We’re renting right now so we can’t plant perennials but I will definitely have Lantana growing in my yard when I own! So I planted Cosmos, which are one of my favs because they make great cutting flowers and look oh so cute in a vase, pansies because Kirsti and I discovered they live through heat and minimum water and of course, the tried and true Geraniums, and then some cute little daisy looking annual. So we will see how the flowers do in the heat.

So I was reading Romans 8 this morning. Samantha and I stood on verse 15 when she was a little girl. We both kinda got the short straw when it came to fathers that represented Our Almighty Father in heaven. We were thrilled to call God Abba and so thankful Jesus gave us the chance to do it. Sometimes I think I’m a little slow and I don’t always want to admit what I learned because maybe it should have been elementary. On the other hand, if I missed it maybe there are others who missed it too. The Spirit of adoption is the Holy Spirit! 20 years a Christian and 20 years living in the New Testament (well maybe I get stuck on the same books for a long time) and I just now saw that Paul was saying the Spirit of adoption is the Holy Spirit and through our spirit connecting to the Holy Spirit we are a child of God. This makes us heirs which then means we are joint heirs with Jesus, which means we suffer and glory with Jesus. (v.16-17).

I am living out a plan. The only way I see getting through this plan is staying connected with the Holy Spirit. I tend to get easily distracted.  Dennis came home Saturday morning and said, “Thank you for supporting me through this career change and moving with me.” It is God who has kept us on the same track.

Today I will expand my lung capacity, work that muscle in the middle of my chest and of course conquer a few more boxes.

I hired a cute little dog walker for Gus. Her name is Grace, she and her friend are going to come over to walk Gus and brush him. Yesterday was her first day, her friend was at swim practice and couldn’t come. Well Grace is only eight, she was walking Gus and a big dog, who “looked like a wolf” was outside in his yard and he scared Grace so the walk only lasted a couple of minutes. Gus didn’t care, he loved the attention, exercise is over rated.

Off to the day ahead.

Oh, the picture is of the sun setting on Jerusalem. We were in between Jericho and Jerusalem and saw the city on the hill in the distance. It’s magnificent to see in person what the writers of the Bible saw.


Here we go!

This is it, I’ve taken the plunge. Here, this big world becomes a bit smaller and closer. I will share my dreams, hopes, struggles and what the Lord is showing me on a given day. There are so many I miss so hopefully I can stay connected through this electronic world in which we live.

Please be patient while I build this thing, this is all new and really more challenging than I thought.

As for today, I will unpack a few more boxes, get training for a marathon, which one is currently in question and take on the quietness of writing. Oh and visit the coffee lady downtown. I did find a cute little local coffee shop that roasts a great french roast called “High Octane”, not sure I like the name but the coffee is nice. The only problem is they have been out of it for a week. Hopefully she roasted some yesterday, I will visit and see.

Psalm 31:1 In You, O LORD, I put my trust;
Let me never be ashamed;
Deliver me in Your righteousness.

I pray that my days are directed by God. I trust Him.

(Numbers 23:19) “God is not a man, that He should lie,
Nor a son of man, that He should repent.
Has He said, and will He not do?
Or has He spoken, and will He not make it good?

He has and continues to make good on His promises, I’d be a fool not to trust Him alone.

Ok, off to start my day, please stay tuned. I haven’t figured out how to link, how to have you subscribe, etc. So just come back and visit.