Childish memories drift through the valleys and crevices of my brain.
Stored treasures from my youth come forth with such a loud refrain.
I sometimes think no mountain is too tall and then I stumble and I fall.
The bumps along the road will not deter me. I will not cave to age and feeble fears.
I may not have the strength or hope to save me, But I have someone drying all my tears.
Though life may quickly run its fitful race,  The Lord is right there in my place.
He lifts me up when I grow weary – carries me when I grow weak.
He clears the way though dark and dreary – even when it seems too bleak.
Life can last until 100 but our minds revert to things long passed.
Childish thoughts and empty wishes, stay with us until our last,
On my heart the words are written. I will speak them with my tongue.
Jesus lives and I’ll remain -after death – forever young.


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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4 Responses to FOREVER YOUNG

  1. Pastor Cathy says:

    Childish memories drift through the valleys and crevices of my brain.

    On my heart the words are written.

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