Scuffed by the constant thrashing of the elements,

Exterior somewhat battered by overuse,

Sitting quietly in the peace of the harbor,,

Waiting for another chance,

Like us, clothed in dignity and strength on the outside,

Yet falling apart internally,

Pushing hard to survive, struggling to stay afloat,

Our bones cry out for relief, our minds turn to the end of the journey,

Where will it take us?

What lies ahead?

When your anchor is embedded in Jesus,

The destination is sure,

Cast your burdens on Him,

He gives us a reprieve,

Another chance,

Trust in the pilot to take you home.





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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