Long, cotton dress, brushing the tops of a cobblestone road,

A child at her side, collecting posies while roaming the edge of an ancient town,

A town built of mortar and stone, standing firmly for hundreds of years,

Sunlight casts shadows and light on this unfamiliar setting,

When we slow down and enjoy the bliss of God’s majestic creation,

It can transport us on the wings of eagles to a past that once was,

Reverie and nostalgia are lost arts consumed by the busyness of every day,

Sometimes you simply need to go back in time for a moment,

In order to enjoy today.




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
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