Yet Will I Trust Him



When it doesn’t make sense

When I don’t understand

Yet will I trust Him


When uncertainty abounds

Confusion is abundant

I will diligently seek His wisdom


When my heart is hurting

Everything in me longs to be elsewhere

I will choose to obey


When circumstances are painful

All have turned against me

I will depend on Him


By Susan Bunts Wachtel

October 28, 2008

I See Dead People

I see dead people

Those who are spiritually dead to God…but alive to sin

Standing on the street corner waving signs


I see dead people

With darkened minds proclaiming right

That which God has declared sinful


I see dead people

Promoting sinful behavior

In the name of tolerance


I see dead people

Seeking the approval of man

For that which God will one day judge


I see dead people

Those who have exchanged the truth of God

And have believed the lies of Satan


I see dead people

Those who have darkened, foolish hearts

Proclaiming themselves to be wise


I see dead people

Proud, arrogant, angry and hateful

Shouting “intolerant” to those who choose to follow God’s way


Susan Bunts Wachtel

October 26, 2008





This poem is dedicated to those who are promoting a yes vote on Proposition 8 in California. Those who desire to protect marriage between one man and one woman.


I have been amazed at the number of protesters my husband Chris and I have seen on street corners over the last few days. The vast majority of protesters are against Proposition 8 in California which seeks to protect marriage as being between one man and one woman.


The protesters are so loud and angry. All too often the protesters are young or women…desiring to make sure that society approves of and makes people feel better in their behavior…even if the Bible declares it wrong or sinful.

Professing themselves to be wise…they became foolish!






Missing You

No one will ever know it
But memories of you
Fill my mind today

I find myself preoccupied
A little sadder…somewhat somber
Because my heart misses you

This year has been filled with many firsts
Shortly after your death
There was Mother’s Day…the first one without you

Today…we would have celebrated your 87th birthday
But instead…it is filled
With remembrances of you

There is no birthday card to write
To tell you that you are loved
No gift will be selected…to bring a smile to your face

When I was married just a few short weeks ago
I looked out at the congregation
If only I could have seen your face

Family and friends came alongside us
But none could take your place
You should have been there to celebrate the long awaited day

Oh dear one
Will I see you in heaven
Will we have an eternity to celebrate your birth

Susan Bunts
October 23, 2008

November 5th



November 5th, 2008

God…will still be upon His throne


We look for our salvation

In Christ…the victorious One riding upon a white horse


Our deliverance is not in man

Not a man named McCain, nor Obama


But in the One

Who is fully God and fully Man


We look to Him

Who is sovereign in all things


He alone establishes authority

He raises up leaders and brings down kingdoms


Our assurance is not in circumstances

Nor in good fortune or times of comfort and ease


Instead our surety

Is built upon the immovable Rock


Susan Bunts Wachtel

October 12, 2008