Another of my favorite paintings reeks of nostalgia.  This old barn has been converted into a wedding and event venue.  What’s old has become new again.  It’s been restored for a different use, but the memories of old still linger.


A cobblestone path, surrounded by trees

Leads up to a house constructed of mortar and brick,

With shutters for shade, preventing a freeze,

The doors were not locked, its light was a lone candlestick,


A fire to cook on and warmth to provide,

When days danced through autumn and trees lost their splendor,

More wood would be needed for warmth inside,

They never complained though bodies grew worn and tender,


A plain, simple house, with acres to till,

A place to call home, with labor that required hours,

A long time ago the time oft stood still,

But springtime allowed them to smell freshly cut flowers,


They looked to the earth to provide their food,

They planted the seeds and waited for God’s nourishment,

They harvested crops, gave thanks for the good,

They never gave up or gave in to discouragement.


That old fashioned life is all but forgot,

We depend upon others to provide for our needs,

God takes a back seat, but gone He is not,

We believe we control and rely on our deeds,


Our deeds do not save, our works are outcomes,

Of hearts that are thankful for all that Jesus has done,

He set our souls free, our sin He becomes,

When He died on a cross, our victory o’er death He won.





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 Response to STAYING ALIVE

  1. Thank you, Kathy, Blessings.

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