America lays below in rubble and destruction from looters and violent protesters

The torrid, sulphuric air rises and infiltrates the atmosphere,

Seas churn and waters rise as winds spin the remnants of what once was,

A silent enemy continues to rage across the great expanse,

Taking lives.

Instilling fear,

Causing us to retreat,

To hide,

To lose hope,

Yet, even in the chaos, in the mass hysteria, in the mob mentality,

There remains hope,

Where love exists,

The power of God is evident,

Hope returns,

Faith revives,

Love wins.



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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