Fourth in a series of plein aire paintings, painted on window shades.  This one depicts wind.

Life is but a whisper in the scheme of things,

We take our first inhalation of air and begin a journey,

So far we’ve been safely enshrouded within our mother’s womb –

Protected from the elements, encased in a familiar space all our own.

We go through the motions of living day by day – learning, trying,

Building, creating,

Thinking, working,

Striving, winning, losing, dreaming,

Each day passes slowly at first as we wait endlessly,

To pass through those early years,

When we finally get there,

The days begin to proceed at a much faster pace.

Still we push forward,

Sometimes gasping for air,

Sometimes choking on it,

And rarely taking time to enjoy the moment,

When we reach the final act, time has no bearing at all,

It speeds by like the wind and carries us to our final destination,

We rest in the safety of our Savior’s arms,

Secure in the knowledge that we are loved,

Feeling the glory of His loving touch.

Come, Lord, Jesus – come quickly!


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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2 Responses to BREATH OF GOD

  1. Funny that… how we want time to speed up as children and then how we wish it to slow as adults. And we have no control over time at all. Thankfully, we know the One who does… and we know He loves us! Wonderful poem, dearest Kathy! So thought-provoking! And I just love these paintings of Paul’s on the window shades! Extraordinary! ❤ ❤

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