ART & INSPIRATION BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Life and all its rigor, anxiety and friction, comes to a screeching halt when you find that tranquil place that gives you complete peace. It can be held in words written on a page, the sounds of nature or the music of a classical masterpiece. Or it can be a memory of a place once traveled – a site untouched by human hands which has endured the test of time – a place where only you and God exist together in harmony.
About atimetoshare.me
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 Amazon.com.
You’re up early this morning
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I’ve shifted my sleeping habits
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To not?cause I’m about at not— as in not at all 😑
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Yes I’m going to bed at midnight and rising with the sun. I haven’t got a clue what time it is or where I am.
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Just holler PAUL and I think you’ll be good! 😂
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Paul has had a resurgence of energy through these past few months. He’s become my gardener, the cook, my spiritual rock and all things. I guess I better holler for him too.
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