FLEETING MEMORIES

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

Howling, whistling, streaming through a patch of aging trees,

The wind surprises and upsets and strips them of their leaves,

One day a lush green canopy, another turned to gold,

Soon withered, dry and sapped of life, they waiver in the cold,

The signs of life are all but gone, the snow will soon be here,

The days grow short, the sun subsides, but still we do not fear,

Beneath that cloak of white shall rise, new life again in spring,

Like we shall someday rise again. when new life God will bring.

We all are swept by winds of time, our days are very short,

We live, we dream, we try, we fail, the problems we can’t sort,

We’re pushed and tossed and crushed at times it seems,

But in our every trial, the blood of Christ redeems,

Our sins have been forgiven, our life is guaranteed,

God promises us His Kingdom if only we believe.

 

The wind is howling this morning and empty tree branches are snuggling up against the house to stay warm. The sound of wind can be peaceful, or it can carry fear within its wings. Meteorologists can predict weather, but they haven’t found a way to hold it back or contain it.

When God sends different forms of weather to us, it might be a wake-up call for us to remember He’s in charge. We don’t have the benefit of having God speak to us directly like He did to Moses and the Prophets, but we do have the sound of His voice and His very words in the Holy Bible which He inspired. Those words are His, and like the wind, they were whispered into the minds of those who penned them by God alone. He is in our lives even though we can’t see Him.

Job 26:14  “Behold, these are but the outskirts of His ways, and how small a whisper do we hear of Him! But the thunder of His power who can understand?”

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.
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11 Responses to FLEETING MEMORIES

  1. K.L. Hale says:

    This is full of beauty and truth sweet, Kathy. Thank you for reminding us always of the unchanging love of Christ. Sending you love and hugs. ❤️💛🤗

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      Thanks sweet lady ❤️❤️

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      • K.L. Hale says:

        You’re so welcome. ❤️ I thought of you this morning. I went to this little old cabin church for a gathering of believers. I was invited by dear friends. Its in the middle of such a beautiful area close to where I hike. About 40 of crammed in it. For one hour we sang songs out of the hymnal, shared celebrations, and studied together. It was such a blessing! 💚❤️🙏🏻💛

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      • atimetoshare.me says:

        That sounds wonderful. We were able to go to church today too. There probably were no more than 40 in attendance, but 49 of the kindest people I know. Just what the doctor ordered!

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      • K.L. Hale says:

        That’s wonderful, Kathy! I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening. I love you! 💛

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  2. Myrna Migala says:

    The wind always reminds me of the Holy Ghost.

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  3. davidkitz says:

    Bitter windy and cold in Ottawa today, all the better to send illegal protesters packing.

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