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.
I thought I’d share a sonnet I wrote some years ago [ODE to the Infinite, the Finite & Our Foolishness] consisting of my thoughts on rationalism for the sake of rationalism; or what I consider to be smug rationalism. I hope it’s clear enough:
Humans cling to the view we benefit
from physical, material delight
as though naught counts but what’s felt or in sight
while ignored our souls are desperate
for what should count the most — the infinite;
yet we’ll go on till it’s too late, despite
much instinct in us of what’s truly right
that life’s content is so inadequate.
Regardless, to that same life we cling tight
since but the physical seems definite
thus for material matters we fight —
like the blind-mind addict’s barbiturate —
while Great Hereafter’s placed post-the-finite
so skewed are values foremost we’ll permit.
Amen. Kathy, I join in with the sentiments of your verses. God remains with us each day. His righteousness is leading, and I feel His presence in Paul’s painting.
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.
Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
God's amazing grace removes walls and replaces those barriers with Jesus, freedom from sin's consequences, freedom to forgive, and freedom to love unconditionally.
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I thought I’d share a sonnet I wrote some years ago [ODE to the Infinite, the Finite & Our Foolishness] consisting of my thoughts on rationalism for the sake of rationalism; or what I consider to be smug rationalism. I hope it’s clear enough:
Humans cling to the view we benefit
from physical, material delight
as though naught counts but what’s felt or in sight
while ignored our souls are desperate
for what should count the most — the infinite;
yet we’ll go on till it’s too late, despite
much instinct in us of what’s truly right
that life’s content is so inadequate.
Regardless, to that same life we cling tight
since but the physical seems definite
thus for material matters we fight —
like the blind-mind addict’s barbiturate —
while Great Hereafter’s placed post-the-finite
so skewed are values foremost we’ll permit.
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Amen. Kathy, I join in with the sentiments of your verses. God remains with us each day. His righteousness is leading, and I feel His presence in Paul’s painting.
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