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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: ART & POETRY BY THE BOECHERS
THERE IS A HIGHER THRONE . . .
ART & INSPIRATION BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER “MORNING LIGHT,” Oil Pastel Today is All Saints Day. Do you consider yourself a saint? That was how our sermon opened today. It’s hard to imagine myself as a saint, with all … Continue reading
THROUGH MY WINDOW . . .
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER One year ago today, I decided to write the following poem because it was Poet’s Day. I’m repeating it today for TBT and adding a watercolor painting of a lovely sunflower that … Continue reading
A SHORT STORY . . . RESTORATION
ART FROM THE SKETCH BOOK OF PAUL BOECHER – FICTION BY KATHY BOECHER This story is a result of sitting in front of my computer screen and trying to fill my time. The small town was filled with a putrid … Continue reading
TRANQUILITY . . .
ART & INSPIRATION BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© As I scroll through Paul’s art, I feel he is with me. It’s always been a connection for us. He painted and I wrote. The words were easily inspired, because his work … Continue reading
TIME CHANGES EVERYTHING, OR DOES IT?
Have you ever looked at the eyes of an infant and wondered what they might be thinking. That tiny body has gone through the trauma of childbirth. He was intricately formed in his mom’s body, knit perfectly together by the … Continue reading
THE GLORY OF AUTUMN
The grandeur of a summer day, the warmth of golden sun, The birth emerging from the trees, new life has now begun, Incomparable perception, upon the highest heights, Of golden fields and new mown hay and other glorious sights, Of unpolluted … Continue reading
LIFE’S JOURNEY
This series of paintings was done about eleven years ago, by Paul Boecher. The poem by Kathy Boecher was written about four years later. I discovered these paintings recently and realized I hadn’t shown them before. Always finding treasures at … Continue reading
TEAMWORK TUESDAY
Being part of a team is great when everyone on the team has the same goal in mind. Tuesday is my day to work with a team of senior citizens who are not ready to be old. That being said, … Continue reading
WHAT FACE WILL YOU WEAR TODAY?
I must admit – I have a face that can be more like a mask than reality. I have a number of different profile pictures on my facebook page. Many look like a normal, ordinary old lady. Some are filled … Continue reading
HE IS THE SOURCE
These dark days of winter swell into an endless swirl of emotions, We can’t seem to pull ourselves out of sadness, depression or anxiety, There is only one way to eliminate those destructive feelings, But how do you harness the … Continue reading
A PLACE FOR ME
The bridge looks over a seething scene of poverty and loss, Though filled with much there is no hope for life at any cost, The desperate soul seeks recompense and tries to make amends, But there is nothing good enough … Continue reading
THE LONG, RUGGED ROAD
A child just turned a woman, became the chosen one, To hold the Son of God within – to be her firstborn Son. She wasn’t someone special – a lowly servant girl – But God had special plans for her … Continue reading
SHINING BRIGHT
A light streams through resistant clouds. It brings a glimpse of heaven. As once in darkness bathed in shrouds, it’s filled with hope once given. The light came forth in darkness, so many years ago. And shone upon the Son of … Continue reading
THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD
Our lives on earth are temporal – a whisper hushed and still, We’re placed here by the Father’s hand and through His mighty will, He guides us through the depths of pain, He takes our hand and leads, He washes all our … Continue reading
LITTLE TREASURES
When we moved into our new “old” house four years ago, these little treasures went undiscovered for two Christmases. Paul had meticulously carved chunks of wood into these special Santas and I have enjoyed displaying them over the years. We … Continue reading
MAKE A STRAIGHT PATH . . .
Life is but a breath in the scheme of things. We take our first inhalation of air and begin a journey. So far we’ve been safely enshrouded within our mother’s womb – Protected from the elements, encased in a familiar … Continue reading
A LOWLY CHILD
A child just turned a woman, became the chosen one, To hold the Son of God within – to be her firstborn Son, An ordinary child was she – a lowly servant girl, Extraordinary things would happen, for her and all the world, … Continue reading
OH, COME, EMMANUEL
The world in pain and trouble lay, temptation all around, But in a lowly feeding trough. a Savior could be found, Born of a virgin, meek and mild and God’s own precious Son, He took on earthly flesh and blood, … Continue reading
FAMILY TREE
Twisted and battered, weathered and worn, aged through the ravage of time, Broken and tattered, beaten and torn, victim of nature’s own crime, Stands straight and tall, defeated yet strong, its outside is scuffed not dead, Inside alive, though things … Continue reading
THE FINAL ACT
“Last scene of all…Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.” AS YOU LIKE IT, Shakespeare Every life stage is composed of its own specific pattern, In infancy, we demand, We scream, We cry, As … Continue reading
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