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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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Category Archives: aging
ON TURNING 21
Today, my oldest grandson turns 21 years old and it got me thinking about where my life was when I turned that age. I was active in the workplace. I was looking forward to my future marriage in a short … Continue reading
LOOKING FORWARD
With each box we pack, there is a memory or more to go through. Every scrap of paper, every photograph deserves our attention as we decide whether to save or toss them. In the middle of all this clutter and … Continue reading
BUMPS IN THE ROAD
So, you’ve got it all figured out, do you? You’ve made a blueprint for your life and expect everything to fall into place. You begin to put things into action and suddenly reality sets in. Your child needs braces – the … Continue reading
I KNOW HOW SHE FEELS
Entering one phase of life to another can be daunting. My thirteen year old granddaughter is struggling with this now as she hangs on to her childhood years while wanting to be grown up. Suddenly you’re expected to shed off the … Continue reading
BLUE HAIRED WOMAN
There are things that happen when you age that I never expected. Your memory fades. You can leave a room on a mission to do something, but forget it completely when you arrive at your destination. Your body sags in … Continue reading
WHEN SHOULD I RETIRE?
I didn’t really begin a career until thirty some years ago, when my children were in high school. During that time, they were attending a school that didn’t have a drama department and since I always enjoyed that part of my … Continue reading
BELIEVING THE IMPOSSIBLE
There are days when I wonder what on earth I’m still doing here. I spend hours trying to figure out some new technology when I could have completed three loads of laundry. I wake up early only to spend that … Continue reading
MALCHUS
There are many minor characters in the Passion story. One of them was a servant of the high priest Caiaphas, named Malchus. Most of us remember him being the victim of Peter’s sword and having his ear restored miraculously by Jesus, … Continue reading
WRINKLES
Originally posted on atimetoshare.me 2/17/15 Each day seems to etch a new line onto my face. With all the junk going on in the world it’s enough to make one look like a prune. I prefer to refer to my wrinkles … Continue reading
RESTORATION
There are some reality shows on TV that deal with restoring old things into their former state. As you walk through a neighborhood of restored Victorian homes, it’s easy to imagine the kind of lives the residents lived. You may have … Continue reading
IT’S NEVER TOO LATE
I often wonder if I’d have the courage to make a complete change in the direction of my life. Am I too old to start a new career? For most people in my age range, the thought of such a … Continue reading
RETIREMENT?
Those of us old fogeys in our 70s can laugh at this joke. Some in their 50s and 60s might chuckle a little, but to those in their 30s and 40s, this is no laughing matter. When Social Security was … Continue reading
THE STORM OF THE DECADE
Remnants of carved Jack-O-Lanterns hidden by a blanket of snow. Little trick or treaters tucked into their beds as folks pushed shovels to stay ahead of the storm. The blizzard of October 31, 1991 buried Minneapolis in more than 2 feet of fresh … Continue reading
MY GUARDIAN ANGEL
I have a pretty good picture of what my guardian angel looks like. He probably started out as naïve and innocent as I appeared to be when I first appeared in this world. Over the years, he’s become scarred, bumped, … Continue reading
QUIET TIME
My husband and son have a yearly ritual of going hunting for whitetail in Wisconsin during Thanksgiving week. It started when our son would tag along at the age of three to sit in the woods with his dad. … Continue reading
HOW ABOUT US OLD FOGEYS
Yesterday I talked about how important it is for kids to know their value. The same is true for us old fogeys. Somewhere in middle age we become so busy building a life we forget that. When we’re on the outer … Continue reading
HAPPY SATURDAY
A day of rest for some. A day of hard work for others. Whatever lies ahead for you today, in all things, give thanks. Each day is one more opportunity to serve Him – to share His wonderful message … Continue reading
HEAVEN IS MY HOME
Luke 23:43 (ESV) And he said to him, “Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in Paradise.” Those words were spoken by Jesus as He hung, beaten and bloody, as the main character on Good Friday. … Continue reading
THE OLD HOUSEBOAT
ART WORK BY PAUL BOECHER© The old houseboat still maintained a look of elegance even though paint was chipped and faded – the bough battered slightly from constant pushing against shore, She sat quietly moored under the wispy trees which … Continue reading