A Dream Fulfilled

And He began to say to them, “Today this Scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.” Luke 4:21

Jesus said these words to His followers, bringing their attention to the fulfillment of the vision, promise and prophecy of His coming. I share that verse now because yesterday a vision, promise, and prophecy about Lauren's future was fulfilled in your hearing (or reading ;D). 

Yesterday the Greenhouse Arts Center opened its doors to cultivate the dreams of the next generation and encourage these little dreamers to make a difference in their world.

The Hero Mom

Mohonk Mountain House, New Paltz, NY

One of the hundreds of gazebos along the trails 

She sat peacefully in a wooden gazebo by the water’s edge, half facing the water, head swiveled backward  keeping a watchful eye on her howling daughter standing on the rocks behind her about 10 feet away.

At Mohonk Mountain House, the breathtaking scenic vistas, rock climbs, miles of hiking trails, crystal clear mountain-top lake, can be best described as serene.

At least it was until the silence was broken by the little girl’s screaming tantrum.  

“M . O . M . M . Y...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The rest was unintelligible and unrelenting. Tears streaming, arms outstretched, begging Mommy to come and carry her to the gazebo.

And Mommy sat, not moving. But, gently repeating the same few words, over and over again. “You can do it. Just take one step at a time.”

It would have been so much easier to pick up her daughter, to comfort her, to coddle her, than to remain steadfast in the face of such despair. She could have worried what passersby thought of her, letting her daughter cry on like that. But she demonstrated a resolve to help her daughter overcome fear. One step at a time.

I wanted to go over to her and encourage Mommy and tell her what a great mom she was.  She probably didn’t feel like a great mom then. But I kept on walking. I rationalized that it would have spoiled the moment, but I still regret it. Maybe she’ll read this.

If It's Possible....

Illustrated Wall Art by Mandipidy
http://www.etsy.com/listing/105657216/live-peaceably-with-all-romans-1218

If I'm honest, I have to admit it. It's not easy to always live at peace with everyone. People can be foolish, angry, bossy, hostile, offensive, stuck-up, needy. Some people push our buttons. Sometimes it's deliberate. Other times it's unintentional.

The to-do list of behavioral mandates the Apostle Paul gives us in Romans 12 seems daunting:

     v. 2 Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind

     v. 14 Bless those who persecute you

     v. 19 Do not take revenge

     v. 21 Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good

But tucked within these verses is a beautiful sentence that qualifies the rest. Click here for my post about Romans 12:18 and the possibilities for peace-filled relationships it brings.
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Something That Matters - Part One

This afternoon, my daughter takes off for Hillsong International Leadership College in Sydney, Australia. One giant step closer to realizing her dream.

It seems like yesterday but 20 years ago, Lauren took her first dance lesson starting a lifelong love of dance and all things "arts". Middle school spirit team introduced her to worship dance.


In high school, she started teaching others what she had learned. Mission trips expanded her understanding of the world and increased her compassion for those in need.


This month, she graduated college earning two degrees - a BFA in dance performance and a BA in dance education. And now she's off to study Leadership in Dance Ministry at Hillsong in Sydney.

Why?
Why study more?
Why so far away?
Everyone asks these things [especially her dad wondering why she wants to go to the other side of the world for a year - and possibly meet some nice young Aussie gentleman - horrors!]

She smiles when she responds. Actually she more than smiles. She glows.

She has a dream, has had it for years. It sprung up from seeds planted and has grown and developed in unimaginable ways.

Her mission trips have taken her to remote undeveloped areas of the world. And she wondered what she can bring these people whose basic needs of water and food are barely met. Don't you need to feed them before you can share the gospel? Yes. But she discovered something else. Through her dance and the arts, she was able to communicate love, and everyone needs love. Dance and art transcend language barriers. They connect different cultures.


Here is Lauren last year teaching preschoolers in northern Uganda, a region slowly healing after the world's longest civil war: http://tinyurl.com/74dye2r 

Lauren's dream, in a nutshell, is creating an Arts Center - a place for students to hang out, learn dance, art, acting, all varied ways of expression. But there's more...

In 2006, a young man named Blake Mycoskie founded a shoe company with a new premise: "With every pair you purchase, TOMS will give a pair of new shoes to a child in need. One for one." Blake traveled to Argentina, saw the disease and the dire need for shoes for the children there, and founded a company that would provide a quality product and also meet that need.

Lauren wants a "One for one" program for her future Arts Center with a "sister school" in Africa. Every student here will support a student in Africa. Lauren has the vision. Her studies this year will provide the leadership training she'll need to bring it to fruition.

Our family asks for your prayers as Lauren takes this next step of her life journey. You can follow her throughout at the year at:
Blog: laurenpanzica.wordpress.com
Twitter: twitter.com/laurenpanzica
YouTube: www.youtube.com/LaurenElizabethDance

I'm traveling to Australia with Lauren, spending a few days helping her get established.

My next post is a review of Blake Mycoskie's book Start Something That Matters. As part of the review, I will be giving away 2 copies. It tells the story of TOMS shoes and inspires us all to purse something that matters. Keep tuned!!

Here's The Latest!

Here I go asking for you to keep me accountable and then no update for almost a month! Please accept my humblest apologies, but what a month it's been! Crazy busy, but all good!  

Right after my last post, I served 5 days at the Touch The World training camp, teaching child evangelism and kids Bible stories to youth going on mission trips to Haiti, Costa Rica, Honduras, and Uganda. It was exhausting. And exhilarating. [btw- my son just got back from Uganda. He'll be sharing with you in the near future.] 

I spent the following week preparing the message for our church’s Sunday morning sermon. I was week #2 in a four part series on John 11. We four each shared a different aspect of the raising of Lazarus story. My assignment - Mary and Martha. Click here to listen to the message for a different perspective on these two well-known women of the Word. Hint: “Martharization”  [click on download, not streaming]

The following week took me on a trip to Phoenix to visit my mom’s sister who has terminal pulmonary fibrosis. It was the living definition of “bittersweet.” My aunt has survived 2 years beyond expectations, but it is not without increasing difficulty. Despite that, my mom, sister, and I had a wonderful time with our extended family. Hours were spent reminiscing, laughing, eating, driving, eating, swimming, eating. Did I say we did a lot of eating? Please keep my aunt and her family in prayer during this difficult time. Thanks.

As for writing, I'm working on refining my book proposal which I hope to share with an interested editor or agent at the Philadelphia writers' conference in August. Looking forward to connecting there with blogging friends Jeanette Levellie and Susan Reinhardt. If you’re a blogger, maybe you and I will connect face to face one day! If you’ll be at the conference, please be sure to let me know.

Well that’s the latest news. I will tell you - after the writers conference and a [long overdue] family vacation, be on the lookout for the promised “i am” series featuring a wonderful cast of characters!

Still need that accountability though. It's so-o-o-o-o easy to get distracted. 

Hope you're all having a fantastic summer! What's new with you? 

And if you listened to the message - has your view of Mary and Martha changed? If so, in what way? 

Separation Anxiety

In a parking lot near my office, I spotted the cutest family parade: four little goslings marching single file, Mother and Father Goose in front and rear, on their way to a nearby stream. 

Unfortunately, one little fella wound up on the wrong side of the fence. Hearing his family on the river side, he franticly scuttled along the barrier. A mere one foot high, for the little bird the fence might as well have been Alcatraz. 

you can spot his little head all the way to the left

Nearby, Mother Goose hovered and honked loudly to Junior who desperately waddled back and forth along the divider. At one point, he tried with all his pathetic little might to fly over the divider. Jumping and flailing his weak downy wings, he failed to launch more than an inch off the ground. And then I saw it. Several feet away, the rugged wooden beam arched upward, just a few inches, but surely high enough for Junior to scurry under. Now how to steer him there without causing him a coronary? 

I approached the drama with tiny steps in his direction, whispering words of encouragement. Mother Goose shrieked and wildly spread her wings, and I trembled, most grateful for my sunglasses protection should she attack. Then inexplicably her demeanor changed. Innately, I think she realized I was not a threat. She eyed me, but stayed silent and motionless until Junior finally found his way under the fence, and the reunited family sailed away.

 

Seems like a perfect belated Mother’s Day story.

Here was a mother striving in her own strength to guide her little prodigal in the way he should go, only to release control to one with greater vision. May we, like she, guide our brood, protect them as we are able, but ultimately trust their care to the One with greater vision. May we realize that He came to show us the way, speaking and guiding us gently with His still, small voice. 

Happy Belated Mother's Day! 

seen last week at my Hallmark store:

Here’s to good women-

- May we Know them

- May we Be them

- May we Raise them

^{Psalm 138 (Amp)}
I will confess and praise You [O God] with my whole heart;
...
In the day when I called, You answered me; and You strengthened me with strength in my inner self.
...
they shall sing of the ways of the Lord and joyfully celebrate His mighty acts, for great is the glory of the Lord.
...
For though the Lord is high, yet has He respect to the lowly [bringing them into fellowship with Him]; 
...
Though I walk in the midst of trouble, You will revive me...

Happy Birthdays!!

I'm a neglectful mother. I thought about it, but I just didn't do it. I didn't write special birthday posts for my darling children who celebrated their special days on the 22nd and 27th. But fortunately, their creativity and love for each other provided just the material for you to catch a glimpse into our crazy family. On an ordinary day, I am the proudest mama going, but after seeing their greetings to each other, I'm not quite sure about that anymore! 


Here is the poem that Lauren wrote for her beloved brother:

yo bro

its your birfday and im here to give you a rhyme

i know it wont be long so im sure you got the time

living with you all my life has been kinda crazy

you sweat, eat a lot and sometimes you get lazy

but youre way too cool and smart and really funny

so ill never kick you out even though you like chubby bunnies

the way you sing, smile and fart 

is only just the start

youre more than a brother

youre my best friend

i just freakin love you

THE END

And his greeting to her is the following YouTube video. 

Out of necessity, I'm posting the words first! 

you wrote me a rhyme that was truly sublime

but it will not stand the test of time

because im back with a whole new swagger

my lyrics and moves are makin e'erbody stagger

i got the flow of the century and im here to let you know

it got the biggest baddest happy birthday rap fo sho

you see im singin to the the most beautiful head of curls

whose life of BEIN LOVE inspires so many girls

paper pages in her pocket are the deepest root

because the bible is the key to life's eternal fruit

if you ask her bout the truth she is compelled to say

that jesus christ is all the love and life and the way

god has blessed her with lifesong always on her lips

lives a life of dance god's glory moves her hips

the proclamation of salvation grips her tongue

showin love to e'erbody big and small old and young

twenty two years of her life is written on this day

to my sister

how i've missed her

HAPPY BIRTH-A-DAY!!

So do you wanna laugh or cry? I'm doing both! 

The Italian Stallion

I wrote this post 2 weeks ago on our return from Florida, but waited for family clearance before publishing it. How funny that my last 2 posts were about that waiting period that God allows us to experience sometimes, and this post chronicles our unexpected and unwelcome delay to begin our trip.


 It all began with a rocky start. Apparently, due to the severe weather on Saturday, JetBlue cancelled our Sunday flight. Just cancelled it. As in, too bad, nothing you can do about it, just cancelled, want your money back? Uh, nooooo, what I want is to fly to Florida! I could share my rant about the 2 hours on hold, the misinformation I repeatedly received, or the rude desk attendant who informed me that the other airlines - who did not cancel flights - fly in different air currents to Florida (air currents? really??), but I'll spare you. (And in the interest of full disclosure, the flight home was excellent and staffed with wonderful attendants.)


Instead, I would like to share a surprising happy experience.


Because we were delayed 24 hours, holed up in a Queens NY hotel, we decided to visit my husband's uncle who rarely gets visitors now that he's in a nursing home following knee surgery. Uncle Joey, my mother-in-law’s favorite brother, is a colorful character, and our hour-long conversation with him was like “The Godfather” meets “Abbott and Costello.”


The Panzica’s (P): Hi, Uncle Joey. So good to see you.


Uncle Joey (J): Yo. How ya doin’?


P: Good, you?


J: Menza, menz. Ey - whatcha gonna do?


J: (to AJ) Yo, you got tall. [at 5’8” AJ is never called tall, so he appreciated that!]


P: What’s new with you?


J: Nuthin’. Hey, he got tall, and I got bald.


P: So, how’s the food here?


J: Stinks! Macalacala! But whatcha gonna do?


The invisible guy in the next bed behind the curtain utters "fkejesjseucksyrdufbe" punctuated by hacking coughs.


J: So how'd ya find this place?


P: We followed the GPS.


J: What? (to AJ) Kid, you work for UPS?


AJP: No, we followed the GPS to get here. You know, satellites and maps giving directions....

 J: So, you like working for UPS? Ay - he got tall. So is she.
(She being Lauren who is 5'2"!)


We call my mother-in-law so Uncle Joey can talk to her.

Unfortunately, she doesn’t have her hearing aids in.


P: Hey, ma! We’re here with Uncle Joey. I’ll put him on.


J: Yo, Nina! Gravatsa! …. Wha'? - ya don't understand me? …. Mercy mercy, mercy.


- "fkejesjseucksyrdufbe"


J: You gotta make the woochies!
(woochies are Italian fig cookies that take 2 days to make)


P: Uncle Joey, we’re gonna make woochies soon. We’ll bring you some.


J: Yeah, I want woochies. Ay - he got tall.


- “fkejesjseucksyrdufbe"


P: So, is there a good pizza place around here?


J: I dunno. Angelo opened up a place in Queens. On the highway. Ant'ny, you know Angelo?


P: I think so. What's the name of the pizza place?


J: I dunno. It don't have a name. He just opened up a pizza place - down the road - on the highway.


P: Did you ever sell pizza?


J: Oh yeah. Made pizza in my house. But Angelo, he opened up a pizza place - down the road - on the highway.


P: What else did you do?


J: I did everything, you name it. I delivered trees on 72nd to famous people. I sold firecrackers, you know, the good ones (the illegal ones). I worked for Bond Bread. For 40 years, I worked for them.


P: Did they give you a gold watch when you retired?


J: Ya know, they gave me a watch when I retired. Never worked.


P: Well, we gotta go, Uncle Joey.


J: Thanks for comin’. Ay - he got tall.


-"fkejesjseucksyrdufbe




We had been so disappointed about our delay, but because of it, we were able to visit with Uncle Joey which we had long wanted to do, but never found time for. An unexpected blessing that we would have missed if we spent our time griping and focused on our frustrating plight.


And we eventually did get to Florida, had a wonderful time with family and vacationing at the beach, even though it was 72 degrees both in Miami and in NJ!




Susan

Spring Break

The hubby, kids and I will be traveling to Florida next week for Spring Break.

Think - a geriatric version of Where The Boys Are.

I have previously shared with you my trite observations of this lovely southern state when I visited my folks last September - Why I Don't Live In Florida. But with our summer days largely spoken for with mission trips, cross-country camp and dance training, we decided to head south for Spring Break. Frankly, I'm rather honored that my college kids have agreed to spend their spring break with their parents. We're just so cool... 

We're flying out of LaGuardia, and I have been praying nonstop that there would be no geese around when we take off. I honestly have imagined our vacation spent on the wing of a plane floating in the Hudson River. I pray that our pilot is as skillful as Capt. Sully Sullenberger.

Once in sunny (and by sunny, I mean excruciatingly hot and humid) Florida, we'll be spending a few days with my folks and a few days at the beach. Please keep my dad and stepmom in prayer as he has been in and out of the hospital with prostate cancer procedures that have weakened him and stressed her.

And feel free to keep my hair in prayer. As some of you know, I have naturally curly (and by curly, I mean huge, intermittently frizzy) hair that expands with the humidity. I am powerless to fight it. And of  course, I hate the way I look when it's curly. Ladies, why is that???? We straighten our curls, and curl our straights.

But the humidity foils all our efforts. Ahhh - the great mystery - the very same humidity that swells my hair makes another's straight hair flat. Just like the very same boiling water will make an egg hard, but a carrot soft. So we must conclude - it's not the humidity nor the boiling water that is the problem, it is how we react to it! Likewise, a difficult circumstance will reduce one to tears, yet cause another to fortify her reserves. And so we must conclude - it's not the circumstance that is the problem, it is how we react to it. We can't always control the circumstance, but we can control how we react to things. To carry this a little further - When in hot water, we should be more like a coffee bean than the egg or the carrot because the egg and carrot react to the hot water, but the coffee actually changes the hot water. In it's brokenness, it infuses the water with its fragrance and substance and positively affects the situation. It creates an improved environment. I'll need to remember that this week :)

And so, my friends, as we speed along towards spring, may you have a blessed week, and I'll catch up with you on the other side!


Susan
ps - Speaking of mysteries and seasons, here's a favorite - Daniel 2:19-23
During the night the mystery was revealed to Daniel in a vision. Then Daniel praised the God of heaven and said:

"Praise be to the name of God for ever and ever;
wisdom and power are his.
He changes times and seasons;
he sets up kings and deposes them.
He gives wisdom to the wise
and knowledge to the discerning.
He reveals deep and hidden things;
he knows what lies in darkness,
and light dwells with him.
I thank and praise you, O God of my fathers:
You have given me wisdom and power,
you have made known to me what we asked of you,
you have made known to us the dream of the king."

Happy Birthday, Tony!

Today's my hubby's birthday, and I'm glad to take this opportunity to let you know a little about him and to wish him the best day ever. Tony's a great dad, husband, son, brother, nephew, cousin, and friend - devoted to his family, his patients and his ministry, and of course, the Lord.

He is extremely gifted at many things, and so keeps very busy. He's a great musician and chiropractor, and so handy, my mom bought him a t-shirt that reads "Mr. Fixit". Since he really can fix just about anything, we rarely hire someone to do the job. Of course, he's so busy that he can't always get to it, so we blissfully live in a constant state of disrepair. 

He lends his wisdom to the leadership of the church and the state chiropractic organizations, who have honored him with several awards, although most of his work is done quietly without any reward or recognition except for the select few who work alongside him.

He's very supportive of this new path that God has led me down in the past year, one more thing for which I am so thankful.

So, hon, happy birthday, and may this year be filled with music, fishing, pancakes and tons of fun!

All my love,
Susan

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree!

For some, decorating the Christmas tree is hard labor. For me, it is a labor of love. A task that I usually do alone. My kids have helped occasionally, but they just aren’t that interested in adorning the tree. For me, it is a stroll down memory lane.

My tree and I have a beautiful relationship. As a Jewish believer, the tree is a blessed part of my new Christian heritage. Since I never had a tree, and therefore, no decorations, I held a trim-a-tree party 29 years ago, my 2nd Christmas as a Christian. I still hang all the ornaments from that first year remembering each of my sweet friends who have meant and still mean so much to me. 


Over the years, with every vacation, I bought an ornament that reminds me of those travels. I have received exquisite ornaments as gifts from family, friends, Sunday school students. Each one holds special memories.

Every year, I buy an ornament for each of my children that reflects what is important to them at that time of their lives. The children have made some adorable ornaments and have received some from other family members. They all have a special place on the tree, and when my kids have their own home, they will have a beautiful headstart on their first tree.


Some look at the Christmas tree as a heathen invasion into what should be a holy experience. I can understand that. It is all too easy to incorporate worldly customs in Christian traditions. And the Christmas tree does have its origin in pagan roots. The very idea of cutting down a healthy tree, bringing it inside and adorning it really is rather bizarre when you think about it. But I didn’t invent the idea. I am redeeming it.

My tree bears ornaments that are reminders of Jesus and the gifts that He’s given us. I have angels, shepherds, wise men and a crown of thorns. I have keepsakes of times gone by, tokens of love, remembrances of family and friends. I have started labeling the ornaments so that the memories don’t fade with time.


Others have their scrapbooks, I have my Christmas tree.

All too soon, Christmas will be over, and the ornaments will be packed away for another year. So let’s cherish the time spent with these memories accumulated over the years.

Do you have a particular keepsake or tradition that makes the Christmas experience special for you and your family?

Lord, I thank You for my family and the friends who have made my life so rich.

Susan

I'm Proud of You, Lauren

Dear Friends,

Permit this proud mama a small indulgence. This is not a 40 Day Focus post, just a boast post, thrown in - no extra charge! I'm so proud of my little girl, I want to share it with you.

Lauren was always the timid, shy little girl. But that little girl would light up the stage in her dance recitals. Until she stopped. For a few years, she didn't dance because she didn't have a friend to go with and being timid overpowered her love of dancing. Eventually, she started dancing again, and now she is a dance major in college and teaches at a local dance school.

But her college experience has not been without pain. She experienced rejections, and her body sometimes betrays her, not allowing certain required movements. It's been a very hard road for her, but she has been tenacious, spending long hours in the studio, and learning to speak up for herself.  

Last night was opening night of the fall performance series. The picture above is Lauren in the show-stopper finale. To me, it reflects how far she's come and her strength of spirit.

Lolo, you go, girl!!

Therefore, my dear Lauren, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.
1 Corinthians 15:58

Love,

Mom