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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
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
AGE = A STATE OF MIND
Fairy tales can come true – it can happen to you, if you’re young at heart … Old, blue eyes, Frank Sinatra made that dream seem possible when he released “Young at Heart” in 1963. It was the same year that Camelot fell … Continue reading
I AM INSPIRED
Before each nerve was sewn, or breath of life inspired, Before each muscle formed, or potter’s clay was fired, He knew me even then. His hand was on my heart He shaped me with His power. With Him I am … Continue reading
OLD LADY THOUGHTS
Lately I’ve been feeling I should stop blogging – that maybe I’m just preaching to the choir, even though they need preaching to just as much as anyone. I’ve wondered if ego has sometimes gotten in the way. Do the … Continue reading
TAKE HIS HAND
His hands are open to the world. He reaches out to heal.He touches and His will is done. He knows just how we feel.He took on human flesh to be the perfect sacrifice – The pure and spotless Lamb of God … Continue reading
WHAT DO I NOW THAT I’M OLD?
As I grow older, I often find myself feeling worn out. My energy level is waning – I don’t always feel purposeful – at times I feel sorry for myself and wonder what difference it made for me to be … Continue reading
WHAT TIME IS IT?
There’s something about losing an hour that completely throws me off. You’d think I’d be happy for the extra few minutes of sunshine and delighted that it will stay dark until 7 AM, but for me, daily savings time is … Continue reading
I LOVE MY DOG GAGE
Our dog is a Llewellyn Setter going on seven years old. It took him more than six years to warm up to us. Perhaps it’s because of his British lineage that he’s a bit on the stuffy side. On the … Continue reading
THE MOM GAME
Fortunately I was young when I had my children. As we age our patience runs out – our energy wanes – our tolerance is pretty much dead – and our thoughts can’t keep up with the speed of technology, much less children. … Continue reading
A VALENTINE FOR MY HUSBAND
The touch of your hand, the power behind the hugs you give, The joy I receive when I see you smile and know you’ have peace, The feeling I get when you come home from a trip away from home, … Continue reading
LONG WINTER
Trying to find the beauty in an endless winter is like looking at your reflection in a mirror and hoping to recapture your youth.. It seems that new life will never surface again. Everything is cold and dead. The green … Continue reading