Suzanna Kay grew up in the Madison / Nashville area during her younger days and later moved to the country to live with her Real mother for about a year and a half. Suzanna is as country as country gets, she eats’ sleep’s and breath’s words of either her own or other country artists tunes, which has caused her to get into trouble every now and again as in her own words, “It kinda blows my concentration while I am working and I have to sing it out and write it down” My work gives me the greatest inspiration you could ask for and I think working with the elderly, they seem to draw the deepest creativity out me, as they are so full of stories and encouragement. Suzanna’s mother Rheba also encourages her, as does her Real mom dad Ronnie. Suzanna also admits that she does get a lot of encouragement from friends and family and much to her surprise, from her fans, whom she loves so much as they love what she does. I sings for them on a regularly basis and even got an amazing write up in the local paper.
Suzanna is now working under Red Sundown Records with a new Publisher Ruby Perry. Her latest Release “Trouble Water” is now on Airplay Direct and already being played on many stations such as WHIR Wildhorse Internet Radio, NBRN.FM, Ears Radio, KWBC and many more. Suzanna hopes everyone will listen and enjoy all her music as much as she enjoys writing and singing it and cannot thank all the DJ’s who are playing her songs and the fans who are downloading them enough for supporting her music the way they do.
You will find many Suzanna Kay Hits available for free promotional download on Wildhorse Entertainment www.wildhorse.co.za
NEED WASHING? A little girl had been shopping with her Mom. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red-haired, freckle faced girl was the image of innocence. It was pouring outside, the kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout.
We all stood there, under the awning, just inside the door of the store. We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing as carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day. Her little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in, ‘Mom let’s run through the rain,’ She said. ‘What?’ Mom asked. ‘Let’s run through the rain!’ She repeated. ‘No, honey. We’ll wait until it slows down a bit,’ Mom replied.
This young child waited a minute and repeated: ‘Mom, let’s run through the rain….’ ‘We’ll get soaked if we do,’ Mom said. ‘No, we won’t, Mom. That’s not what you said this morning,’ the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom’s arm. ‘This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?’ ‘Don’t you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, ‘ If God can get us through this, He can get us through anything! ‘
The entire crowd stopped dead silent… I swear you couldn’t hear anything but the rain… We all stood silently. No one left. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say.
Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child’s life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith. ‘Honey, you are absolutely right. Let’s run through the rain. If GOD lets us get wet, well maybe we just need washing,’ Mom said. Then off they ran.
We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They got soaked. They were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars. And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing. Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories…So, don’t forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories every day. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. Keep in touch with your friends, you never know when you’ll need each other — And don’t forget to run in the rain!
Take the time to live!!!
I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.This mail was forwarded to me by my Wife Cathy, and that’s when I got the idea that there are so many wonderful mails that crisscross our planet everyday and that maybe one or two of them can find a resting place right here at Wildhorse Entertainment. We all need a little uplifting every day so by posting these mails from our friends ( if you are a visitor you are a friend) and family.
Please visit our weekly column “Rhon’s Inspiration Station” written and sent in by Rhonnie Sheuerman of RhonBob Promotions. We guarantee you that if you arrive there sad and unhappy you will leave happy and very, very inspired…. Ready to conquer the world.
You will find all Rhon’s Inspirational stories under the “Weekly Column” category.
Here is just a partial list that I have put together:
Recently I asked my 6 year old Grand-son to tell me 3 things he didn’t like.
Here is what he said:
If you have the time you can post some of the words you dont like in the comment section.
The Bradford Files supplied by Keith Bradford Nashville Tennessee. Email Keith at firstname.lastname@example.org