Three precious eggs hatch one by one,

The first to arrive receiving the most attention,

Slowly the others burst through their encrusted habitat,

Longing for nourishment.

Clinging to an unstable life,

Tucked into a nest of remnants from the river’s edge,

Soft, yet not completely comfortable,

So do we enter life,

Not knowing what lies ahead,

Not feeling as snug as we did in the womb,

Desiring constant attention and sustenance,

Through it all,

God provides.


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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