About

- here is some of who I am -

my love

this is me

Beth Sciallo

A friend of Jesus

wife to Peter the Wonderful

a southerner in Scotland (16 years +)

Mother of five, ages 3 – 13 (all “A” names)

taught to love

trained to paint

all our wee'uns

hopeful to write

dreamer of dreams

sometimes speaker

farmhouse restorer

business owner

leader & a follower

tries to see the good and stand against the bad

sometimes loses her way but is always found by the One who gave everything He had just to love her and call her His own

A short life story – the news so far:

Where do I start?  Hmmm…. let’s look back a bit at where I am coming from.  I was raised an only child. My Mom married my God given Dad when I was five. I have been brought up with love and Truth. We come from North Carolina. I still miss grits, ice tea, peach cobbler, and warm summer nights with lighting bugs.

As a child I was always drawing and singing. Nothing much has changed there.  I have a degree in Art (painting). My singing experience has been mainly school, then just for enjoyment and WORSHIP.  My taste in both those areas is eclectic to say the least. I could pin my hair up, wear my glasses and dress for the best to attend  the theater. I could just as easily let my hair down, dye a strip of it blue, put on my red boots to do some artistic prophetic prayer march. Seriously, God had fun making me!

I knew the Lord from an early age. I knew He was REAL and a part of my everyday life. This close relationship and openness to the things of God lasted until I started to cool down. I can’t say “grow cold” because it did not happen overnight. You don’t backslide away from God by jumping off a cliff. Usually you take one step back at a time down a very gentle hill. By the time I was 16  boys, outward appearance, other people’s opinion and my own SELF crowded out the Voice of God in my life. I went from listening for Him to covering my ears so that I wouldn’t hear conviction. From the ages of 17 – 20 I had walked away. It was tragic.

But Jesus in His mercy would not let me go that easily. The Holy Spirit was still speaking, wooing me in the night when my heart was listening and my mind was shut off. My life took a few sharp turns in a row, and I was forced to look in the mirror. I hated what I saw and I knew I could not keep going like I was. NEVER underestimate the power of parents who pray and the desire of the Lord Jesus to have His lost sheep return. I walked back to His open arms. It was all encompassing.

I began the process of peeling off  layers of dirt my years of wandering had piled on. It was good to be me again. It was scary too. Who am I now? While all this was going on, God brought Peter into my life. (He is the son of missionaries to Scotland and He has made his life here.)

It was an immediate “love of my life” experience. We set the date for after my graduation. So! This southern princess (who said she’d never live more than 45 minutes away from her momma) graduated from college, quit her job, got married, gave up her car and moved 6,000 miles away from home all in one year. I’ll let you read in between the lines. God knows what He is doing, and He doesn’t care too much if we think He’s crazy.  Somewhere there in the first few months when I was fully in love but pretty much dazed by unfamiliar surroundings, sticking out like a sore thumb, and homesick with no one to turn to, someone at church gave me a little piece of paper. It said that if I would consider this move not just for Peter, but for God’s purpose, I would make a difference in the nation. I had no idea what that meant, but I never forgot it.

By the way, all of us have a specific call and purpose. When we belong to God, we begin that journey. Each one is important. Each one is unique. Have you started your journey with Him yet?

Jump forward to the present (I am skipping some amazing stuff, but I did say it was a SHORT story) We are a family with five kids, with our own businesses, our farm house project (ten years running), and an active church life. Peter’s parents moved next door into the converted barn so that we could help them in Dad’s fight with cancer. I miss my folks every day. I have missed births, weddings and funerals on that side of the world, but gained them over here. Not just my immediate family but my extended family in the Body of Christ.

God has given me so much, taught me, pruned me, loves me, trusts me, helps me. And these are things I have a desire to share. He has blessed me with mentors and teachers, friends and even foes that have showed me,  inspired me, provoked me to turn to Him all the more and let Him change me. So now what?  I get opportunities to teach others, to share some and learn a lot in this process. I get to be a cheerleader for those He puts in my life to support. WOW – How He puts the pieces together goes beyond my comprehension. But His thoughts are not my thoughts and His ways are not my ways. I’m so thankful that Jesus never gave up on me. And I want to keep walking this walk with Him.