This aging bulwark stands as a reminder of days gone by.

Firmly grounded more than a hundred years ago, in the heartland of our country.

Each brick and stone, each hewn log was placed by strong, burly hands that knew no other way to work.

Vestiges of a different time – an edifice with heart built in,





All attributes which have caved over the years.

Where is our strength?

Where is our resolve?

How quickly can we be set ajar by the sands of time?

The stubbornness of man has been his strength and his downfall.

Praise the Creator of all, for setting things straight again.


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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