Category Archives: life after death
ALL KINDS OF SEEDS . . .
WATERCOLOR ART & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER© A seed drops, It burrows and nestles into rich soil, It springs forth with new life, Fragile branches at first, Growing strong with each passing day, Expanding, stretching, embracing the sky, Reaching for … Continue reading
REACH THE FINISH LINE . . .
There are so many races we run during a lifetime. With the Olympics taking place there is a race for the gold medal. When we study hard for a difficult test, we’re running to reach a goal. When we risk … Continue reading
THE BALLAD OF BONNIE & CLYDE
I had this all written today, when I realized I was a day late. However, I think the story has merit. Bonnie and Clyde were famous outlaws in the 1930s. They both died on the same day, May 23, 1934. … Continue reading
SILENT SATURDAY . . .
Joseph of Arimathea was a wealthy, influential man. He was a secret follower of Jesus, much like Nicodemus. Because of his status, he approached Pontius Pilate and boldly asked for the dead body of Jesus. He had a tomb, which … Continue reading
FACING INTO DEATH . . .
I’ve talked about my “Jewels of deNial” group in the past. This is an acting troupe which deals with the issues of aging. We’ve covered topics like technology, medical problems, memory issues, traveling in the golden years, physical maladies and dependance … Continue reading
THE LAST HURRAH
ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER© The flowers shout their last hurrah, they cling to hidden light, They go to sleep and hide their heads, when day turns into night, With wild anticipation then, they hope they will survive, The wicked … Continue reading
TRISKAIDEKAPHOBIA OR A GAME OF CHESS?
It is a typical Friday, the thirteenth. The sky is filled with grey clouds, spilling moisture we could’ve used a month ago. The wind is spiraling through partially emptied trees, whisking away the remainder of dried leaves. The limbs of … Continue reading
A LUMP OF CLAY
There’s something about a lump of clay – it’s malleable. In the right hands, with the right tools, the clay moves and becomes a different form or shape. In the Bible, we’re told that we are the clay and God … Continue reading
GOD KNOWS WHEN . . .
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER Our days are numbered in God’s eternal calendar. We don’t know how long, where or when, but we will all die. There is no question about it. We have no control over … Continue reading
OUR WEEK IN REVIEW – WORKING THROUGH ANOTHER CHALLENGE
We grew up together. We explored life together. We raised a family. We loved each other. We grew up some more. We got lost in each other’s arms. We made mistakes. We danced and held hands. We supported each other’s … Continue reading
DYING WITH THEIR BOOTS ON
I love the movie, “Second Hand Lions,” with Michael Caine, Robert Duvall and Haley Joel Osment. It’s about two old codgers who won’t give up on life, even though they’re reaching that point in their existence. They use their own … Continue reading
WRINKLES ARE JUST UNPRESSED PLEATS
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. Actually, a prune was once a flawless plum with tight, shiny … Continue reading
IS THERE SUCH A THING AS GOOD GRIEF?
We know that grief is a very common emotion among us humans, yet when we’re experiencing it, there is nothing anyone can say or do to keep the tears from falling – the heart from longing – the mind from … Continue reading
DON’T GIVE UP
God gives us some good advice in James 1:3 & 4. He tells us to hang in there – to hold on to our beliefs – to trust in His wisdom. It isn’t always easy to do that, especially when … Continue reading
WHEN THERE ARE NO WORDS
COVID has captured another of our friends and he is now in the presence of God. As we try to make sense of the darkness of this disease, it’s hard to imagine how it affects so many of us. Words … Continue reading
LIFE & DEATH
When we’re born, we come into the world screaming our little lungs out. When we leave it, many of us will do the same. Neither birth nor death is easy. We spend nine months safely tucked away in … Continue reading
THERE IS NO SHAME IN CRYING
What will heaven will be like? Will we all be sitting on white puffy clouds singing and playing golden harps? When someone we love departs this world, it’s natural for us to wonder. As Christians, we have the joy of … Continue reading
DEATH WITHOUT STING
“To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish’d.” William Shakespeare, “Hamlet” Today we’re attending another … Continue reading
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