A tangled snare begins quite small, but quickly grows either into a thing of beauty or takes advantage of other living things to sustain itself.

Beneath the surface it worms it’s way through the fertile soil and takes hold of each and everything in its path. Slowly it saps the life out of the gems of the garden – choking, squeezing, cutting off all defense,

The garden – the farmer’s field – the soul of man. We all fall victim to the evil that lies below. It may come when we least expect it. We may not even see it coming. It can deceive us with it’s enticing appearance, but we can’t ignore it.

Our minds, our bodies, our hearts are all susceptible. The trap has been set. Our foolishness pulls us in, but something hangs tightly – with a fervency and strength our minds can’t comprehend. Some call it instinct, some see it as their positive aura or conscience. I believe that grip belongs to our precious Savior. He won’t let go – surrender.


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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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  1. Very good! Really enjoyed that analogy!


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