Is It Love?

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They say its love

When I look into your eyes

And see stars


They say its love

When I kiss your lips

And hear fireworks all around us


They say its love

When we are making love

All night long


But I ask

Wouldn’t any fool stick around

When it’s easy, magical and fun


What about the times

When I look into your eyes

And see your beautiful blue eyes looking back


What about the times

When all our busy schedules afford

Is a quick kiss as we head out the door


What about the times

After an exhausting day…we come home spent

And we are most grateful to fall into each others arms


Is it love

That says “I love you”

When everyday is like a fairy tale


Or is it true love

When I come home weary from fighting the battle

And find…the one will stand with me


Or is it true love

When I’m swimming against the tide…about to drown

And out reaches a hand…to hold me up


Or is it true love

That says…I’m committed

And would marry you all over again…no matter what


Susan Bunts Wachtel

November 1, 2008


To Chris…the one I love. Thank you for sticking around…fighting the good fight…holding me up in prayer before the throne room of God. Thanks for being willing to pursue a mature love that sticks with it in good times and bad…who doesn’t get weak-kneed and afraid…when the challenges don’t stop and the tough times outweigh the good.

By Any Other Name

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Some call it “a women’s right to choose”

But what about the baby’s “right to life”

Abortion in God’s eyes is the taking of an innocent human life



Some call it “tissue”

To ease the conscience of the women

Who chooses to abort the child growing within her womb



It’s called a fetus

Until such time the mother decides she wants it

Then it’s declared a baby…deemed worthy of life



Some call it necessary

A medical procedure

To save the life of the mother



Partial birth abortion

Such an antiseptic name

For a barbaric hideous act



Scissors piercing the brain

Extinguishing the life of a half delivered baby

Is MURDER…by any other name



Susan Bunts Wachtel

November 1, 2008




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Is It Love?

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They say its love

When I look into your eyes

And see stars


They say its love

When I kiss your lips

And hear fireworks all around us


They say its love

When we are making love

All night long


But I ask

Wouldn’t any fool stick around

When it’s easy, magical and fun


What about the times

When I look into your eyes

And see your beautiful blue eyes looking back


What about the times

When all our busy schedules afford

Is a quick kiss as we head out the door


What about the times

After an exhausting day…we come home spent

And we are most grateful to fall into each others arms


Is it love

That says “I love you”

When everyday is like a fairy tale


Or is it true love

When I come home weary from fighting the battle

And find…the one will stand with me


Or is it true love

When I’m swimming against the tide…about to drown

And out reaches a hand…to hold me up


Or is it true love

That says…I’m committed

And would marry you all over again…no matter what


Susan Bunts Wachtel

November 1, 2008


To Chris…the one I love. Thank you for sticking around…fighting the good fight…holding me up in prayer before the throne room of God. Thanks for being willing to pursue a mature love that sticks with it in good times and bad…who doesn’t get weak-kneed and afraid…when the challenges don’t stop and the tough times outweigh the good.

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Yet Will I Trust Him

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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

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I See Dead People

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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!






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Chris…in Neon

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I just love playing with the filters on Microsoft Digital Imaging Suite.

My hubby, Chris…even looks handsome in neon. Actually the original picture didn’t come out good because of poor lighting. By adding the neon filter…shows Chris’ handsome face.

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Missing You

Posted in Gayle Lorenat, Gayle Merriam Johnson Bunts Lorenat, Happy Birthday by

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

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November 5th

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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

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Chris & Susan…Becoming One

Posted in Chris Wachtel, Kindred Community Church, Marriage, October 4th 2008, Susan Bunts, Vintage Wedding by



One of the fun things that my fiancé Chris Wachtel & I did in preparing for our wedding day was to put together a video of our lives. We stand amazed…as we look back and see how God concurrently and providentially worked in our lives to bring us together. We clearly see how He used events in our lives to shape and form us so that we are so perfectly suited for one another. October 4th, 2008 on our wedding day…this video will be shown at our wedding. We want honor and glorify our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ who is the Author of our love story. We thank our family and friends for their love, support and prayers as we become one. Chris…I am so grateful that my hopes, dreams and prayers will be coming true with you…as we begin our new life as husband and wife on October 4th. May Jesus Christ be the Foundation of our marriage and first place in our lives. After Christ, may we put each other first. We fondly remember our parents who will not be here to share this day with us. We love you and thank you Leo & Ruth Wachtel, Frank Bunts and Gayle & Joseph Lorenat. I love you Christopher Leo Wachtel and can hardly wait to be Mrs. Christopher Wachtel!


Our engagement photo was taken by Sherry Hebestreit. Sherry does wedding photography in the Orange County area. We were very pleased with the work that Sherry has done and look forward to seeing the pictures from our wedding day.




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Alleluia

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Kindred Community Church Adult Choir singing one of my favorite songs. The choir continues to grow and they sound marvelous.

In this song…I can get lost in worship of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. This is a small taste of heaven.

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Tell Tale Signs

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The body of Christ

Suffered another assault today

By one who calls himself Christian





By outward appearances

The signs were all there

Indeed he put on a good show





In church each Sunday

With Bible in hand

He even shared Christ with those not yet saved





A fish symbol strategically placed on his car

A bumper sticker proclaiming

Know Jesus, Know Peace





But closer examination

By the One who looks upon the heart

Revealed a wolf in sheep’s clothing





Sacred vows made to love his wife

As Christ so loved the church

Were set aside and trampled underfoot





His children

Once beloved were now forgotten

In his quest for personal happiness





The Lord whom he proclaimed to love

With all his heart, mind, soul and strength

Was long forgotten as he raised himself in God’s place





Destruction and devastation lay in the wake

From the vehicles of lies and deceit

No concern is demonstrated for those he once claimed to love





Those who once admired the Lord’s blessings to this man

Stand with their mouth gapping

Poised and ready to utter the words hypocrite and liar





The witness for Christ

He so carefully sought to build and protect

Now lies in the heap covered by selfishness and pride





Oh Lord, even now we lift up this one so deceived

Like a lamb led to slaughter

So willingly he followed the father of lies





We pray for his salvation

Forgiveness for his sins

That without Jesus he will have no peace





Like the prodigal son

May he come to his senses

And return to the Father whom he once he loved





By Susan Bunts

September 26, 2008

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Dissention…Reporting for Duty

Posted in Body of Christ, Critical Spirit, Dissention, Gossip, Satan, Spiritual Warfare, Uncategorized by


Here I am boss

Reporting for duty

Have I got a good report for you





The assignment you gave

I executed with ease

As I got those tongues wagging





That place which seeks to be a beacon on a hill

Reflecting the Light of the world

Instead grew a little dimmer today





I started with those who are idle

Who have the time to talk

In no time at all…the seed of gossip blossomed





The trick is

When they are talking about others

They don’t have time to read the word of God





When they are negative and brooding

Completely lacking the joy of the Lord

They are not taking every thought captive





When they spend time

Debating about which songs should be sung

They don’t have the time to worship their Lord





When they set aside the diligent study of the Bible

How can they hold it up

To examine themselves in light of God’s word





When the rest on their laurels

Feel comfortable in their accomplishments

They won’t desire a fresh work of God in their life





When they fail to trust and respect

The leaders whom God raised up

A negative critical spirit takes its place





When they attempt to love on their own power

They will be unable to bear all things, nor hope and believe

Their love will never endure on its own





Some I will lure into exhaustion

Through pressing needs, good works and few helping hands

It’s there I will stir up resentment





May they bow their knee to their Lord

But never their will

There they can rest in a false sense of piety





Oh hater of their soul

The fruits of our labor

Are plentiful and abundant





May they never see it

Or recognize the handwriting of our work

It’s there we can turn them against one another





Render ineffective their witness

When they are focused on one another

They won’t remember to take the gospel to the lost and dying world





by Susan Bunts

September 23, 2008

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Invisible

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I am the nameless, faceless one

You seek to avoid





You see me coming down the street

And look down or walk the other way





Sometimes I mutter to myself

For there is no one else to listen or who cares





When I stand behind you in the checkout line

You hold your breath





It’s been…I don’t know how long

Since I’ve had a warm shower or put on clean clothes







Of course I know I stink

Thankfully after a while I became immune to the smell





Shame should be my name

Would it be better if I had never been born





My family doesn’t even know

If I’m dead or alive





There’s no means to contact me

No phone to pick up or place to drop by





Would they even recognize me

If they passed me on the street





Society thought they did good

In giving me the right to choose





Take my medication

Or be locked up for my own good





Do tell…how can someone not in their right mind

Make a rational decision





Even though you pass me by

With nary a look or a smile sent my way





No matter how hard you try to pretend I’m not…

I am here





By Susan Bunts

September 17, 2008

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For a Season

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Oh Lord, in these days
The place where we meet
Has been denied me for a season

My soul longs for
Cries out
For our time to connect

You have answered my prayers
Given me my heart’s desire
In ways that are more than I can ask or imagine

Yet that place where we meet
Where my mind processes all that is going on
Has been held at bay

It’s been replaced
By busyness and plans
That will soon come to fruition

But it’s in writing
That I reflect
So clearly see Your presence in my life

It’s when my fingers strike the keyboard
That I work through the emotions
Through the grid of Your Word and the Holy Spirit’s leading

As much as I love my betrothed
Look forward with eager anticipation to that day when we become one
My heart cries out and I long for You, Oh God

May I never say
My name is Ichabod
That the glory of the Lord has departed from my life

May I be mindful
Of Your presence in my life
Your leading, Your guidance, Your tender correction

There are not enough sermons
Nor Bible studies attended
That can take the place of time spend with You

Oh God…carry me through this season
Restore unto me the time and place
And let us meet once again…daily commune

Until then God
Carry me, enable me, strengthen me…bring me through
To that private place where we meet again, one day face to face

Susan Bunts
September 16, 2008

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