Last year, at this time, we were on the final leg of moving from our old house, which was twice the size of our new “old” house.  We’ve spent the year filling the new one with love and joy, yet there have been some real times of sadness too.  The point is, we’re here – we’re together – we’re alive – we’re starting over – we’re loving it.

Any house is simply a building until we set about the task of filling it with those intangible things that solidify a relationship – which glues broken pieces back together again – which allows for new growth and hope.  In the end, the building is nothing more than the nails, boards, cement and elements that build it.  What you add to the mix, with God at the center, is what truly builds a home.

A house is just a dwelling place, a place to sleep and eat,

A set of rooms to roam about, to gather and to greet,

Each filled with lath and plaster, with paint and other things,

It soon becomes inhabited and that’s when life begins,

The walls could tell us stories of who these people were,

By things they said, the hugs and joys and words that would occur,

Of broken hearts, of emptiness, of loss and loneliness,

Of joyfulness and goals achieved, of peace and happiness,

It’s  just a simple shelter made of brick or wood or stone,

But when a family lives there, it soon becomes a 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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4 Responses to ALMOST A YEAR AGO

  1. Lee Poskey says:

    That’s so true Kathy.
    And on the flip side…have you ever noticed that an uninhabited house rapidly falls to ruin?
    That’s amazing ain’t it?
    It’s almost like nails and wood need people’s spirits to hold it all together.

    Lord bless you and Paul.

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  2. Does your new “old” house really have lath and plaster? My dad and older half-brother were lathers. A bygone art form.

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    • says:

      Our house was originally built in 1885 so I’m sure there must be some lath and plaster. It was rebuilt in 1949 after a tornado destroyed part of it. We really love this place.

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