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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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REGARDING TODAY’S POST
For some reason, WordPress deleted part of my story. This has happened to me before. I have updated the post and you should be able to read it in its entirety now.
THE STORY OF US – PART ONE
Who knew? These two little tykes would someday grow up and become one in marriage. He was from the northside of Milwaukee, and I was from the southside. Even in these early photos, Paul and Kathy were made for each … Continue reading
THE STORY OF US . . .
In looking at this photo, my husband and I could be mistaken for the “Yellowstone” Duttons of 1893 or 1923. Paul always said he was born in the wrong time period. He was not made for the new technology age, … Continue reading
CHANGE IS INEVITABLE
Change can be good; it can drive us crazy; it can be difficult, but it will happen to everyone. When something disrupts our comfort zone it can really shake us up. The world is in a constant state of flux. … Continue reading
WHEN YOU HAVE TO MAKE TOUGH CHOICES
Proverbs 16:9 ESV “The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps.” Whether you’re a child, teen, adult or aging person, you will have to make difficult choices in this life. There will be many along the way. When … Continue reading
LIFE OR DEATH – TUG OF WAR
POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER The promises of streets of gold and no more tears to shed,Hope for peace and quiet times – no more fear of falling dead,The feast that goes on day and night and never fails to please,A … Continue reading
PATRIOTISM – WHERE HAS IT GONE?
“Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strength.” Charles Spurgeon It was a glorious day. The skies were crystal clear of any clouds. The air was autumn crisp. Children were off to school. … Continue reading
SORTING THROUGH THE CLUTTER
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER “SORTING THROUGH THE CLUTTER” By Kathy Boecher – Acrylic painting by Paul T. Boecher A wagon wheel, a whiskey barrel, a window box so quaint, Sit in the midst of chaos there … Continue reading
WAITING IN WAITING ROOMS
When you’re in your 80s, it’s not unusual to spend a lot of time in waiting rooms. The one pictured is quite nice. I took the photo while waiting for Paul to get his eyes examined yesterday. As we sat … Continue reading
SHADES OF AUTUMN
This a photograph taken yesterday as we search for autumn color. It was a cloudy day, so not much to see, but there is a hint of richness appearing on a few trees. A favorite time for Paul & me … Continue reading
WHO IS MOTHER GOOSE?
As my husband and I were sitting at the dinner table, we started talking about these old verses and stories and how they impacted our childhood. I’m sure some of them are still being used today, since they were pretty … Continue reading
I ASK YOU TO STAY . . . .
B I’ve been thinking a lot about surrendering these past few months. When I think of battle, the thought of surrender is usually a last resort. I’m learning that it should have been my mantra for a long time. Raising … Continue reading
THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL
One of my recurring dreams is not having my children’s lunches packed for school. My kids have since flown the coop and packing lunches is no longer a part of my daily routine, but for some reason that dream keeps popping … Continue reading
ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR CLOSEUP?
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER Are you ready to reveal yourself to God? Do you know what that means? Have you given thought to the future, beyond death? Where do you think you will spend eternity? Does … Continue reading
WHAT AM I TRYING TO PROVE?
We buy the latest fashions, even though we really should stick to something that looks and fits better. We expect our children to be perfect, forgetting they are human and so are we. We plan elaborate vacations in hopes of having a … Continue reading
END OF SUMMER
POETRY & PHOTO BY KATHY BOECHER© Signs of autumn in the air, Leaves slowly lose their grip and fall gently to the ground, Acorns pile up and seeds of all kinds are nestling into the earth, Regeneration of life to come, The … Continue reading
PUTTING WHITE CLOTHES AWAY
In the early 1900s, women were going through a lot of radical changes. They gained the right to vote. They became aware that they could do more than have babies and run a household. Their independence was leading right up … Continue reading
THURSDAY’S CHILD
I was born on June 19, 1942. I looked up the day to see which day of the week it was, and I was born on a Friday. If you’re old enough to remember the old nursery rhymes, the poem … Continue reading