An empty canvas, white and pure, transforms before your eyes,

Through brush strokes and experience a painting does arise,

Our lives are so much like that board, we start out fresh and new,

We stumble down the path we take, we see our troubles through,

There’s nothing we can say or do,  to fill our lives with splendor,

The only One who can do that, is Christ, our Defender,

We’re born conceived in sinfulness, needing reparation,

But Jesus came in righteousness to win our salvation,

The masterpiece is almost done, the brush is put away,

Our life is drawing to its end, we’ve reached our final day,

But hope remains for all of us if only we believe,

That Jesus shed His blood for us, so with Him we could live.


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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