You rise with the sun to catch the first light,  perfection is right in your grasp,

You set up your easel, lay out your paint, your brush is held tight in your clasp,

Surrounded by nature and fresh, clean air, your eyes search for the ideal scene,

Your canvas is set – the light is just right, you paint like a living machine.


The sun moves so quickly and clouds soon appear, light changes right before your eyes,

The clouds fill with thunder and lightening too, what brought on the rain in the skies,

You pack up your painting, your paints and all, you make a mad dash for the car,

Tomorrow you’ll start all over again, because you’re a painting rock star.




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. Pastor Cathy says:

    You rise with the sun to catch the first light,

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