I often wonder what it will be like in heaven. Will we be floating around on clouds and playing harps, or will we be doing the things that we love the most? I can imagine writing spectacular plays with a cast of thousands and having Paul making wondrous sets with amazing paintings and special effects. The cool thing about that is that I won’t have to make the costumes. They’ll be right there. I won’t have to worry about people forgetting lines or staying in character because it will be perfect. What a blast that will be. Can’t wait!

POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER©

The world is changing every day and we just string along?

We follow like a herd of sheep who can’t tell right from wrong,

We listen to the experts, believing every word,

We think they know what’s best for us, but still our thoughts are blurred,

The well-known politicians do naught but rant and rave,

But they’re no better the rest, their words will never save,

We listen to the media, we listen to our boss.

We follow their direction, but still we will get lost,

We trust that all will tell the truth, our faith will quickly fade,

There will be broken promises, and none can make the grade,

Where do we turn when all seems lost, when things just don’t make sense,

There’s only One we can believe to give full recompense,

He has a perfect plan for us, designed by Him alone,

He gave His life and died for us – all evil to atone,

Our lives on earth will falter, we’ll stumble all the way,

But Jesus rose to give us life and see another day.