A tiny seed is planted, it burrows in the earth,

It waits through winter weather, in spring it gives new birth,

Dormant in frozen earth for so long,

You wouldn’t think that see would ever see light again,

When we plant God’s love into a precious soul,

It will never return to us empty,

God will care for that seed,

Nurture and protect it,

Breathe life into it,

Give it restoration,

We too can be like a seed,

Needing God’s attention,

Craving His loving protection,

Desiring His forgiveness,

All we need do is turn to Him.



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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