He sat upon a stump all night, his eyes searched everywhere,

For just a tiny morsel which he didn’t have to share,

He watched and watched as time ticked by,

He blinked, but never closed an eye,

He stayed alert upon that stump, though weary he became,

When finally a mouse slipped by, the owl was put to shame,

By then his eyes could take no more,

He let out with a noisy snore,

And fell upon the forest’s floor.




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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  1. That brought a chuckle.

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