A collection of old memories upon the table rests,

Each one remains unblemished, yet each has passed a test,

The hat has wandered near and far, a shelter from the heat,

Through wind and rain, through snow and hail, it’s benefits replete,

The cup was used to quench the thirst on humid summer days,

The bottle filled with water to paint a summer haze,

The artist picked the flowers to bring home to his wife,

He cut them, oh so carefully, with his own pocket knife,

The bowls were added later, to make it all complete,

A treasured look at memories, yet some are bittersweet.



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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