As you know, it’s about nine months since we’ve moved into our new “old” house.  I’ve since retired from my strenuous yet gratifying work schedule.  We still aren’t completely unpacked, but we’re getting there.  However, in all the changes occurring over the past year, I’ve found the need to get back into the work force.  Since there is no real financial benefit to writing, unless your name is Hemmingway, I’ve been looking at different ways to use my talents on a smaller scale.

Next week I will begin a stint at a memory care facility.  My own memory has been  causing some concern lately, but I think it might be because I haven’t been using my brain as much as I used to.  As we age, we don’t have the structure of a job – a specific schedule to follow – a lack of outside communication.  Since I had non-stop structure, scheduling and working with children, I went from one extreme to another in a very short time.

Did I mention, I’ll be working with memory care patients?  Oh, yes, I forgot!  This should be a challenge, but a very exciting one.  The time I spend with these lovely people will allow me to sharpen their memories using some of my drama background. We’ll also stir their imaginations by doing some poetry and memoir writing.  I hope that this will allow them to express themselves again and sharpen their recollections.  At the same time, I’m giving myself a second chance to wake up some of my own memories.

I have a few concerns, because in a sense it will be like the blind leading the blind, but I believe God has a purpose for all of us throughout our lives.  My mind has been on vacation for the past several months and it’s time for me to wake it up.  At the same time, I hope I’ll be able to help someone else.

ISAIAH 46:8-9   “Remember this and stand firm, recall it to mind, you transgressors, remember the former things of old; for I am God, and there is no other; I am God, and there is none like me.




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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11 Responses to NEW JOB

  1. it actually sounds fun, challenging yes, but really quite fun—and you’ll get them laughing no doubt–which we know will be great!!!

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  2. davidkitz says:

    I wish you the best in this new job. Remember, you will do well, Kathy.

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    • says:

      Thanks, I almost forgot the date until my husband reminded me. Memory challenged leading the memory challenged,


  3. You inspire me, in so many ways. ❤

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    • says:

      You are way too kind. I’m not very inspirational when I stay in my pjs all day or spend a day on the couch. You inspire me to be more than I think I can be😇

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