So deep within the tallest pines, with darkened haze enshrouded,

A hidden place encased in webs of silver threads beclouded,

Peaceful, quiet, sanctuary, a refuge where you can hide,

A place to lick the wounds of hurt and comfortably stay inside,

Far away from life’s distractions, a cave you can call your own,

Where you can hide all your troubles and tuck them under a stone,

That perfect place does not exist unless you believe in God,

He’s promised never to leave you, no matter where you may trod,

He’s by your side through all your pain, through joy and suffering too,

He knows you need His guiding hand to lead and see you through,

You simply cannot run away, He is in the air you breathe,

Surrender to His protection, and His blessings He’ll bequeath.


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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