A tangled mass of long spindly fingers,

Reach out desperately,

Hanging tightly to their base.

Living within still waters,

They long for life giving nourishment

Even though tucked inside the pockets of liquid,

They search for thirst to be quenched,

Roots, once deeply entrenched,

Now surface and meander through the muck,

Facing obstacles unknown,

Yet pushing forward, yearning for more,

Even though submerged in longing,

Life can thrive when the roots run deep,

All the tangles, obstacles and bumps in the road,

Are merely whispers in time,

They will lessen,

When nurtured, loved and preserved by their Creator.


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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