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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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A FORK IN THE ROAD
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© You walked the path of life for me – You suffered for my loss. You sacrificed Your own dear Son, upon an ugly cross. You did this for a worm like me, … Continue reading
THE GOOD, BAD & UGLY
History wasn’t my strong suit in high school. I was a pretty average student, but had a teacher that seemed to find it necessary to relive the Civil War on the top of his desk. He would lead the various … Continue reading
SKIPPING THROUGH LIFE
This is not a picture of my husband and me, skipping along the beach, but I wish it was. We still have the ability to do so, but I’m afraid we’d have to stretch out for a few days before … Continue reading
SATURDAY MOVIE ADVENTURES
I grew up in the 50s and spent almost every Saturday at the local movie theater, absorbing every kind of movie magic I could. We’d spend less than a dollar for a whole day of entertainment and get a box … Continue reading
RENEWAL
ORIGINAL ART & INSPIRATION FROM PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© Root bound and parched, Replenished only by the restorative, Power of water, Each tendril pushing, Burrowing into the, Coolness of life sustainment, Lapping up, Refreshing, Renewing, Thirst quenching, Provision of God, Our … Continue reading
WHAT GOES ON BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
“In the meantime, when so many thousands of the people had gathered together that they were trampling one another, he began to say to his disciples first, “Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees, which is hypocrisy. Nothing is covered … Continue reading
KEEPING IT SIMPLE
The simplicity of the Gospel often boggles the mind. We are expected to believe something extraordinary – inconceivable – impossible. We delude ourselves into thinking there has to be more to it than just a childlike faith, but the truth … Continue reading
FACE TO FACE
ART & POETRY FROM PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© When we are sad, when our hearts are breaking, We need to be wrapped in the protection of God’s holy wings, Each pinion gently lays over us – cuddling and nurturing, The softness and strength are … Continue reading
SKOL VIKINGS
Up here in Norsekyville, we love our sports teams. I’ve always admitted to being a Green Bay Packers fan, being the Wisconsin native that I am, but today it’s all about the Vikings. In a stunning comeback, they had only … Continue reading
RAGING OR LIFE GIVING WATER
ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL T. & KATHY BOECHER© Churning, Swirling, Pulsating, Driven by the turbulence of energy, The long, leaf lavished limbs of mature trees, Undulate under the rhythm of God’s breath, Up and down, here and there, tossing, stirring, … Continue reading
THE PROMISED LAND
In April of 1968, I had two toddlers, was a stay at home mom, and was living in small town Wisconsin. We were far away from the riots raging in Milwaukee in the sixties, but were well aware of them. … Continue reading
FEARFUL
I have a fear of heights. I’m also uncomfortable in small spaces. I’ve had dreams about dying on the ocean. These are not unusual phobias, but did you know there is a fear of going to bed? Some people are … Continue reading