A wagon wheel, a whiskey barrel, a window box so quaint,

Sit in the midst of chaos there and all could use some fresh paint,

The things we looked at long ago as bounty without measure,

Has now become worn out like us, but someone else’s treasure.

We save and hoard those simple things, we refuse to let them go,

But when there is no room for more, you hope for a tornado,

To blow those things both far and wide, to scatter amidst the gust,

To carry them to someone else, before your walls start to bust.

Those things don’t really mean too much, when you have two sets of each,

And even if it’s just one piece, and in someone else’s reach,

They’ll find in it some usefulness, and make it their very own,

Don’t be afraid to toss things out, you will reap what you have sown.



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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