Reunions.

God is good. And works in amazing, mysterious ways.
A while back I had a post about my great Uncle, Bill, and his friend Gene. I wrote about witnessing and facilitating their tearful reunion after many years. That in and of itself was a miracle. http://suzyklotzle.blogspot.com/2008/11/faith-of-our-fathers.html

As our late friend, Paul Harvey would say, "And now...the rest of the story."

This last friday, Bill passed on into Glory, to be forever with His Lord. After over 8 decades of a full, godly life, God called him peacefully Home. He hadn't been in very good health the past few months, and although it was hard to say goodbye, Bill was ready to go. He died in his home, surrounded by family who loved him. God is good. As any who knew Bill would attest, he loved people. From his buddies at McDonalds to his grandkids; His life insurance clients to his church family, Bill didn't know a stranger. And he was loved by all who knew him.

Anyways....
My mom called me this week asking if I knew where Gene lived so she could tell him about Bill's passing. I couldn't remember exactly, so she decided to go knocking on doors. At the first one she went to, no one answered, so she went next door. A younger man answered the door and my mom asked him if he knew where Gene lived. He said that Gene lived next door, but unfortunately, he had passed away this past Friday.

This was the same day that Uncle Bill went Home too.

And if they thought this reunion in my Pasadena driveway was joyful, it was nothing compared to the one they had on the streets of gold, at the feet of Jesus. I can only imagine.
God is good.

xoxo

"The True Confessions of Suzanne Klotzle"

not every 19 year old girl has transferred too many times, adapted and actually thrived fairly well. But I am just such a girl, and my story is worth relating. You see, I didn't know that fateful day that when i stepped my not-so-dainty, converse-clad foot on this adventureland they call a college campus, that my life would NEVER be the same again. Had any mouth told me, i would have never believed them. Had any dictionary defined it, I would have laughed. But now, i can only tell you with a solemn affirmation that only comes from direct and personal experience, how deeply this journey has affected me. And be warned, this is no story of "A bad boy" nor of "What Katy Did." But in it contains content that will rival the very stories of the Dread Pirate Roberts. And with that, I begin my tale.


I would continue as such, but alas... you just can't tell a story of a college in "Charlotte Doyle" style!

Ahhh the updates. I tell you, so much has happened in the month or so since i posted last.
First of all, I am halfway through my semester, and have finished up three of my five midterms. This week is "Missions Conference" Where we have wednesday-friday off of classes, but we go to seminars, sessions, global awareness country walk-throughs. I am actually going to be "acting" in one of these country sketches. I am representing Burma with a few other people, and we talk about what is happening over in that country. It should be interesting.
I wish i had pictures to share, but I just don't! I have been too busy LIVING my social life, instead of documenting it! Too bad for you, you'll just have to come visit me!

I have been getting along with my roommate quite well. And we have fun being girls and laughing late into the night about dumb stuff! Oh and if you think that college has lost its drama, think again. It is just like high school, all over again. but with kids who think they're drama is legit and justified. and being the expert transfer student, i get tossed in the middle of it and try not to get too involved =D (yeah right!) As my favorite line goes: When drama comes knocking, there is nothing to do but open the door and welcome it in!"

In any case, I have learned that i LOVE the academic integrity here. The professors are so dedicated to my education and it makes going to class easier, and i have found I don't dread each monday. (except that my first class starts at 8. I've reminded myself not to be ambitious when planning next semester's schedule...10:30 DOESN'T mean i'm lazy, it means i'm smart!)

And people ask me if i can sleep ok, and let me bring peace to your worried minds... i can sleep just dandy. I have found that when one doesn't turn in until past....their previous curfews..they tend to be able to sleep anywhere. and quite soundly.

Hmm...what else to say. OH YES! I work at the mimi's in Downey, about fifteen minutes..with no traffic. which happens to be never on the 5. So, its about half hour... I love it immensley, and I am able to practice my spanish, which is exciting. And aside from my new manager reminding me that i'm only there as a favor to my old manager, they have accepted me quite finely.

Well, i hope that the update satisfies you for a little bit. I really shoudl stay on my writing. but with keeping a regular journal, and journals for two classes, an extra copy of my life story just doesn't seem necessary until it becomes published...