Sullied by the hands of time, darkened by its sin,

A world so lost and fallen, is buried deep within,

The broken limbs are withered, the leaves have lost their grip,

The roots are thirsting moisture, a flood or just one drip,

When family trees seem lost and dead, the cycle carries on,

Soon death will overtake it,  its life will soon be gone,

We could despair and weaken, all hope might disappear,

But God sends Living Water, to freshen and restore.

His Son provides refreshment and brings new life each day,

If we would just remember to get on our knees and pray.



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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