AGING WITH A PLAN – PART II – 60-70

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“When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable.  There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.”  Victor Hugo

Unlike most women, I wasn’t upset or depressed about this milestone.  I’d begun my own business.  I was busier than ever and felt I had purpose.

When we turned fifty, our life came crumbling down on us. My husband lost his successful advertising agency and we lost everything when we had to file for bankruptcy – our house went into foreclosure – our vehicles were seized.  For a year or so, life was pretty dreary.

Our children were leaving the nest – or abandoning ship, depending how you look at it.  In other words, our time of middle age could be construed as grounds for divorce or at least the loony bin.   Still the pledge we made to each other 25 years prior meant something to us.  So we pushed on.

At sixty another business or two was started.  My husband discovered his love for wood sculpture and began creating works of art for some of the resorts and luxury homes.  I, with all my years of volunteering in drama productions, focused my attention on building a children’s theatre company.  When God closes a door, he also opens another.  We continue to bump into closed doors, but have never failed with God at our side.

We were looking ahead to retirement, but the expenses incurred through average spending, were more than our income, so we had to downsize.  De-cluttering is necessary for a number of reasons.  Leaving that job to your children after your demise is just another thing for them to deal with.  Also the longer you put it off, the harder the job becomes.  The house was sold and we moved into a smaller one.  Our expenses were cut in half, but our only source of income was Social Security. This  meant we had to continue working to make ends meet.

During this decade doctors ask if you feel safe at home? – How many times have you fallen?  You’re being prepared for old age whether you like it or not.  You start holding on to things to help you stay upright.  You ask friends how they are and they proceed with a litany of ailments that you can relate to.  Prepare for a long answer.

During this time, we took my aging mother into our home.  We had an extra bedroom and she needed constant attention because of her dependence on prescription drugs.  It’s not easy taking over the role of parent to your parents, but again we muddled through.  She lived with us for a year.  The whole experience gave me another few years to enjoy her company.

While in this age group, we can easily fall into a trap.  We sit in our chair, watch game shows on TV, look out the window, read a book or three and wait to die. Another much better option is to find a part time job, volunteer, join an exercise class, get involved in something you love to do and do it.  I prefer the second option.  I’d like to be around when the clock turns eighty.  How about you?

ADDENDUM:

The actual retirement process is here – as in applying for Social Security benefits.  It’s funny how this has been slowly re-labeled over time.  It used to be referred to as a retirement plan – a required amount of money taken out of your paycheck each week and matched by your employer.  If the plan had been well managed, this would’ve lasted well into the twenty third century and then some.  Now it’s called an entitlement program – right alongside welfare.  Actually if you live to retirement age and depend entirely on Social Security, you could well be considered at poverty level, but I digress.

There are some steps you can take before you get to that point.  Either start when you’re in your forties to set up a plan for those retirement years.  A savings account or some type of investment is a great idea.  Even if you save a few dollars a week, it will add up to a nice nest egg when the time comes.  You can also find a job that you love, which will carry you beyond the retirement years.  As long as you’re healthy and fit, you can work right up to the day you die.

Notice I said find a job that you love.  If you aren’t happy with your current occupation, you never will be.  Think of the things that you do like about your job and try to come up with something that fits.  Work is called work for a reason.  It isn’t always easy, but it can be enjoyable.  If you have to work for the rest of your life, you might as well get some satisfaction from it.

Decide what you need and what you can let go of.  Having collected two households from both sets of parents and accumulating our own clutter, made it quite a chore to downsize.  Don’t count on your children having the same feelings about your things as you do.  Chances are they won’t want grandma’s China or Grandpa’s old set of handmade tools.  Plan to donate these things, sell them to antique dealers or pickers.  Having garage sales is hard work at this age, so opt for an estate sale.  Before you do, choose the things that you simply can’t part with, but remember that none of it is going with you when you die – so how much value does it really have?  This can be a cathartic process.  By letting go, you’re making room for a much easier life.  Plus your kids won’t have to have that to deal with.

Plan on getting to know your spouse again.  You’ll be seeing a lot of each other.  At first you’ll get on each other’s nerves – bump into each other’s space – notice all their faults and mention them.  You’ll soon discover you don’t have the energy to have an all out argument anymore, so your disagreements aren’t as frequent.  Find time for yourself.  Don’t give up the things you like to do.  Learn to enjoy life together as you did when you first fell in love.  These years don’t have to be filled with the passion of youth, but there can still be romance.

Don’t compare yourself to others.  Your friends may be going through health issues or  dying, but you are still the same vibrant person you always were.  Don’t let their problems get you down, but also remember to be compassionate, because you may someday walk in their shoes.

During this decade it’s imperative to stay positive and turn to God in prayer.  Our voices may crack a bit.  Our bodies don’t have the bounce they once did, but God still hears our voice.  He tells us to depend on Him.  Now more than ever, we need that confidence.

 

 

 

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I AM OFFENDED BY THAT

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Being offended seems to be the phrase of the  day in our time.  We feel we have the right to express offense at anything we don’t agree with.  It doesn’t mean we’re correct in our thinking, it has become a catch all phrase which often is an excuse for our own bad behavior or as a defense mechanism against those who take a stand which opposes us.

A while back, my husband was teaching a class in archery.  Because this. like any sport that includes a weapon, comes with rules for safety and respect for the weapon.  A woman and her three children were his students at the moment.  They were dressed in traditional  clothing from their homeland, including birqa. My husband proceeded to tell them that the clothing could be a hindrance as well as a safety issue.  He was simply stating a fact that would keep them from getting hurt.  The mother replied that she was offended by his statement.  No matter how he tried to explain the reason for his concern, she wouldn’t budge.  She became more and more belligerent.  Eventually she was so angry that she said she would leave the store and tell all her friends never to come there because they would be offended as well.

This may sound extreme and perhaps my husband’s motives were being misinterpreted, but he sincerely was concerned for their safety.  The fact that she just kept repeating the offense she had been handed may have been a lack of communication.  It may have been a language barrier.  There could’ve been any number of reasons, but it struck me as interesting that she could speak these words fluently.

When we don’t understand another’s motives – intentions – words – the best thing to do is to walk away, but this woman was creating an unnecessary scene laced with anger more than frustration.

How do we handle this seemingly unending rage?  Jesus told us to turn the other cheek.  The world tells us to defend ourselves – to fight back.  So much of our conversations today are filled with misunderstood words.  Many times we don’t even communicate face to face and words can be totally misinterpreted when written. Too often we jump to conclusions without listening to each other.  That leads to confrontation and argument and in the end, someone is going to be hurt.

Instead of going on the attack when we’re offended by something, wouldn’t it be much easier to listen first, assimilate what has been said and then react?  If this process were used, perhaps people wouldn’t be so offended.

 

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LITTLE BY LITTLE

It’s been hot, humid and the air quality was bad for the past couple weeks.  My husband, Paul Boecher, is currently involved in creating some beautiful murals in the underground garage of the Farmstead in Andover, MN.  This is an assisted living facility with so much to offer the community.

A small group of seasoned artists, under Paul’s direction and guidance, are donating their time to this project.  The history of the property is being depicted with images of a farmstead which once covered the land now occupied by senior residents with various needs.

Making art has always been one of Paul’s passions.  He was educated at the Art Institute of Chicago, the University Chicago and Layton School of Art and Marquette University in Milwaukee.  He spent his working years in the advertising business.  At the age of fifty two, he started a business where he hand carved architectural works of art for homes and businesses.  He then turned to painting and now teaches art to adults.  He’s enjoyed painting landscapes, waterfalls, cityscapes and barns.

This project will take a while to complete, because it must be done when the artists have some time to volunteer.  Most of those involved are senior citizens themselves.  Working on such a broad canvas is also challenging.

Today, with the onset of cooler temperatures and cleaner air, he will be at it again with at least one other artist.  It’s been fun to watch the progress.  The final product will be amazing if this is just the beginning.  I’ll continue to post more as they become available.

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AGING WITH A PLAN

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Last year about this time I did a series on aging. Since I’m not getting any younger, I thought it might be time to repost for those who haven’t read my advice or have forgotten what I wrote. Actually I do that quite a bit these days, however I refuse to let that get me down.  Aging is a process we all go through.  It’s a necessary step for getting from step one to step two.  By the time you’ve reached the final step, you might be ready for the outcome, or like most folks you find yourself longing for a few more steps.

Statistics point to the fact that we’re living longer lives these days.  By the year 2050 the aging population of the world will have doubled, which means more than a billion people will still be hanging on to life. Millenials are already footing the bill for Social Security.  It doesn’t look like any of them will be supporting their parents in their old age. The truth is, most people passing the age of sixty are still very vital people, with tons of knowledge and wisdom.  We may no longer have the stamina we did at 21.  Our thinking process is a little slower and so is our ability to move.

There are lots of ways the elderly can alter their bodies and faces – if they have a fortune to waste.  Plastic surgery and cold body sculpting are at an all time high – and it’s not just the elderly who are making that investment.  We’re being rebuilt piece by piece with replacement parts.  Health care has extended the average life span remarkably.  Health clubs offer special deals to keep senior citizens active.  There are many community programs to keep the mind and body active.

So in the next few posts, I’m going to be addressing various options for people in my age bracket.  These posts are meant to keep us thinking about our final years and how we will use them.  We can fall into a trap of complacency.  We can give up, because our minds and bodies just don’t respond the way they used to.  We can hide in a bubble of our own making – hoping that eternity comes soon.  We can dwell on our problems or we can make a positive impact on the world around us with our experience and wisdom.

My journey growing old has given me some new insight on what I used to think about the process.  Just like any stage of life, it’s another step closer to heaven.  If I had known what aging involved when I was young, I never would’ve been so eager to grow up.  Growing old today has so much to offer.  We just need to look at the positive side of it and trust that God has a reason for us to still be on this planet.  There is work yet to be done and He will stay with us if we trust in Him.

 

 

 

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THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES

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There is something about finishing a theatrical production.  It leaves you with a feeling of loss, excitement, exhaustion, extra time and a feeling of accomplishment – especially when you have achieved what you set out to do.

For the past several weeks, this ensemble has been guided by the hand of a talented director.  Each performer has been given the opportunity to shine somewhere within the script, thanks to two talented playwrights,.  We were surrounded by a fantastic set which felt as though the audience was right there with us in the living room of the Frye family.  There were no egos – only a blend of friendship, helpfulness and camaraderie – a tightly knit mixture of comedic talent and timing and a true fellowship between all.

So now what?

After a full week of rehearsals starting last Saturday, with a four hour time slot and every night until opening night on Thursday  and additional performances on Friday, two on Saturday and yet another on Sunday, it’s time for this old lady to catch up on her rest.  Still there remains a bit of adrenaline to keep me motivated for the next one.

The laughter and tears will disappear for a while.  The laud and honor which comes with a good performance will dwindle.  The characters will be put on the shelf and life goes on.  I’m thankful to have been part of this – of the joy we brought to many hearts – the laughter on stage, from the audience and backstage.  It’s always hard to say goodbye, but the friendships we’ve made will linger on and hopefully we’ll be able to work together again.

 

 

 

 

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THE VOICE OF GOD

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When I was a child, I recall sitting in the sanctuary of our beautiful, Gothic styled, Lutheran church.  The stained glass windows depicted various scenes from the Bible.  The ceiling had paintings of angels and above the altar was a statue of Jesus ascending into heaven.  The altar itself was white, trimmed with gold leaf. The lectern was decorated in the same white and gold. The pulpit was raised above the floor, requiring the pastor to ascend several stairs as he went to deliver the sermon – a traditional placement for the message of the day.

There were so many places for little eyes to wander and absorb all the beauty and majesty of being in God’s house and His presence.  Being up so high, allowed the pastor a bird’s eye view of all those he was speaking to.  In fact he stopped in the middle of his sermon one day to reprimand two children who weren’t adequately paying attention.  That short, little fellow’s voice boomed like the voice of God Himself and for a long time, I viewed God as an angry father figure – one who spewed out the message of death and damnation for half an hour and concluded by almost whispering, “But, by the grace of God, you are saved.” Unfortunately those words of hope weren’t even heard as I wallowed in my sinfulness and sureness that I was going to hell.

Truly, it took most of my young life for me to get it.  Though I attended a Christian grade school and high school, I felt there was no hope for me.  The memory of that early experience led me to believe that I was on a fast train to damnation and an eternity in the pits of hell. I felt the eyes of God on me every moment.  I knew He was capable of being in all places at all times.  He knew my deepest thoughts.  He would certainly condemn me simply for them.

When I think back on those years, I feel sad that I had such a limited view of God.  I didn’t understand the depths of His love, His patience and tolerance nor the grace He so blessedly bestowed upon me, a sinner.  So often, we beat ourselves up with this kind of thinking.  We feel unworthy.  We struggle with guilt.  We succumb to the wiles of the devil and all his wicked ways – of which he has an abundance.

When we feel alone – when we struggle through relationships – when we can’t forgive ourselves for the evil we think or do – we naturally give in to depression and low self worth.  The Old Testament is filled with stories of people just like that.  People who  knew they were doing wrong.  They knew they couldn’t live up to God’s expectations.  They dwelt on their problems and felt consumed by them.  They’d come to the end of their rope – knew they couldn’t pay for their mistakes – felt hopeless.

Still in the quietness of the night, God whispered His forgiveness to them.  He didn’t use His most powerful voice.  He whispered.  We need to be open to hearing that wonderful message.  Even when we are at what seems the lowest point in life, He can be heard.  His Word gives us the clear message of forgiveness – not something we earn or merit, but a free gift given from God Himself.  Because of God’s great love and passion for us, we’ve been restored to Him.  When we finally hear His whisper to us – eternal life in paradise awaits.

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JUST PASSING THROUGH

 

 

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For the better part of this year, my life has been filled with creative endeavors.  In January my husband had a one man art show, which included some of my poetry.  In March I restarted writing a novel which had been lost to me in cyberspace.  I finished it in June and it’s close to being edited and ready for publication.  For the past month or so, I’ve been taking on a new persona as Ozella Meeks in “Southern Fried Nuptials,” a wonderful sequel to “Southern Fried Funeral.”

I have been blessed to be able to express myself in the arts and so has my husband.  For us, it has been a way of life and an extension of our working years.  Some would say, “You are so lucky to have a hobby that you love,” and that’s true, but it has also contributed to our livelihood.  Thankfully God always provides for us in the nick of time.

The beauty of our journey is not what we’ve created through our work, but how God has blessed us through the gifts He’s given us.  We can escape the world around us in a way.  I, through acting, can take on a different personality and live temporarily as someone totally unlike myself.  My husband can splash paint on a canvas, a wall or a building creating something for others to enjoy for a lifetime.

This, however,  is a temporary residence for both of us.  We know that the world is filled with turmoil, hatred, anger and corruption.  We also know that we’re here for just a short time.  We could let all the junk that comes with living here eat us up and spit us out, but what would we gain from that?  Our real home lies in the future when we reach heaven.  In the meantime, we’re simply passing through.  It isn’t important what we leave behind, other than being able to share the legacy of God’s grace.  All the things we do here will be forgotten.  I just hope there’s a stage in heaven.  I know there will be amazing places to paint.

God’s plans are always good. Our travels through life are not always going to be easy, but we have hope in the perfection of an eternity in heaven.

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SO HELP ME, GOD!

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WALLY’S FRYDADDY FRIDAY FUNNY

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JULIE’S FRIDAY FUNNY

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MY WRITING JOURNEY

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So what about that book I was writing?  I assumed I was finished.  Well at least I got to the last page.  Now, amidst differing opinions from a number of people who have read it, I am pushing forward in the writing process.

The past few weeks, however, have consumed me with memorizing lines, blocking, stage business and rehearsals, so my book is back on the shelf.  I will begin again on the editing next week.

I’ve decided to take constructive criticism, but I won’t change the integrity of my work.  I believe this is part of being a confident writer.  You own the book.  It’s part of you and who you are.  You have invested a number of months compiling it, rewriting, adding sub plots, etc.  so it is connected to you, your brain and your imagination.

Anyway, sometimes we need to take a break from our work and then return to it again at a later time.  So this weekend, my home will be the theatre as part of a fun cast and great director.  See you next week.

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ANOTHER OPENING, ANOTHER SHOW

 

Acting is the most personal of our crafts. The make-up of a human being – his physical, mental and emotional habits – influence his acting to a much greater extent than commonly recognized.”   Lee Strasberg

I can’t remember how many opening nights I’ve participated in, but each one gives an actor a sort of rush which is really unexplainable.  I guess it started when I was just a small child.  We’d pin a couple of sheets to the clothes line, make some popcorn, send out invitations to the neighborhood and dress in silly clothes.  We did some sort of play, skit or standup routine – whatever was the fare of the day.  The attention of an audience, no matter how big or small creates an energy that bounces from actor to observers and back to actors.  It has a rhythm all its own.  It excites, causes some pangs of fear and creates an immediate response.

Those feelings carried over into my high school years and the beckoning call of the theatre has been like unto an addiction of sorts.  For within that art, we can become someone unrecognizable from ourselves for a couple hours.  We put on a mask, draw on our own emotions and thought process and bring a character to life all in one fell swoop.

As my life pressed on this art has been a great part of my life.  I’ve written hundreds of plays and skits.  I’ve sewn countless costumes.  I’ve directed and taught children and adults the art of acting.  I can lay claim to being a performer, but as the years pass, the abilities change.  Our minds don’t retain as much as they used to.  Our bodies are restricted somewhat because of arthritis, bursitis, inflammation and other assorted maladies, but still the roar of the crowd calls.  Once you’ve experienced an opening night, you’ll never be the same.

Someone once said that what we do as an occupation, usually pertains to something you loved doing as a child.  I’m not sure if that’s entirely true, but for me, it’s a part of me Those early “shows” didn’t emote great acting.  Instead there were missed cues, lost lines, embarrassing but funny moments that went with the flow and for some it became a passion.  Every show has some sort of adventure waiting for you.

So tonight he lights will come up, the action will begin and sooner than we hope for it will be over, leaving a part of each individual involved with a sense of accomplishment.

 

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TURN YOUR FROWN UPSIDE DOWN

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In hopes of erasing some of the rhetoric and name calling going on over the past few months, I decided to devote this post to humor.  The messes we create on a daily basis are often far from humorous, but when they involve other people – yes, even the toxic ones I talked about yesterday – we’re opening a dialog which usually doesn’t have a happy ending.

While searching for a quote on humor and the benefits of laughter, I came across the one pictured.  I love the words, but admittedly I had no idea who William James was.  I mean he looks like a nice guy.  He even has laugh lines to prove my point.  His smile is hidden by well groomed facial hair, but I do see a hint of one in there somewhere.  People from this time period rarely smiled for photographs anyway.  I wonder why that is.  Were they really such an unhappy bunch – were they wearing shoes that were too tight or underwear that didn’t fit?

So I proceeded to Wikipedia to find out more about him.  William James was born in 1842 at the Astor House in New York.  Obviously his family was wealthy.  They also were well read and intellectual.  William eventually would be labeled “The Father of American Psychology,” because of his studies and contributions in that area.  This was a time when the science of psychology was in its early stages.  His father was a theologian, independently wealthy and well connected with the intellectual elites of the day.

His early adult years were riddled with various kinds of disease.  He had an artistic side, but decided to pursue a career in science.  He was tone deaf, suffered from bouts of depression and even contemplated suicide.  On one hand he was blessed with great wealth, position, education, and acceptance by his peers yet he wasn’t always happy.

Now that you have a brief description of the man that gave us that quote, I still see a ray of hope.  William obviously knew the importance of a good belly laugh.  The fact that he considered a sense of humor as common sense on steroids proves that.  From a scientific perspective laughter has always been good medicine.  When we laugh we release endorphins into our system which make us feel good.  It’s kind of a temporary fix to chuckle, chortle, giggle or snort out a good belly laugh.

I have been known to pull up to a drive through wearing a nose and glasses, just to get a rise out of the cashier.  My kids grew up in a house full of silliness.  One of the first things they learned to do was laugh.  There is no point in taking life so seriously.  If we do, we’re setting ourselves up for a great fall and an existence of hopelessness.  I believe that God has a sense of humor.  He must have, because he made me.

When the world is spinning out of control, put on a silly wig and dress up in an outrageous outfit when you go to work today.  Don’t limit yourself. You’ll be amazed how much fun you can have if you turn your frown upside down.  Not to mention the laughs you’ll get from the paramedics who drive you off to the funny farm.

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PASSING TIME

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Our time on earth is temporal, a whisper hushed and still,

We’re place here by God’s mighty hand, to do our Father’s will,

He guides us through the depths of pain.  He takes our hand and leads,

He washes all our sins away and cares for all our needs.

 

When faced with darkness, fear or loss, He lifts us in His arms,

Protecting us from Satan’s wiles, his misery and charms,

When life becomes too hard to bear, He takes our cares away,

He gives us hope, He shelters us, to see another day.

 

So run to Him this very day, when all seems lost and gone,

Rejoice in His unending love, replenished every day,

And when that final day arrives and death knocks at your door,

Our tears will never fall again, because of what’s in store.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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GIVE UP YOUR PHONE?

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My name is Kathy and I’m a phone-aholic.  I’ve become part of the new generation.  I spend way too much time on my phone.  I never thought this would happen to me, but it has and now I’m going to put myself to the test. I am no longer going to be a slave to this instrument of TMI.  I need to rest my brain for a while.

When my children were growing up, we didn’t have cell phones.  We had princess phones, dial phones and extension phones.  The extension phone was my favorite, especially when the kids had extra long conversations and made it impossible for me to use it.  I often would break into one of those dialogues and state that the limit had been reached.  Of course I was the bad guy for a while, but it did establish a precedent.  I was still the parent.

A few years ago a teacher in our area gave her students a choice. They could take their final exam, but they could opt out if they surrendered their cell phones. You would think this was a no brainer, but almost all of them chose to give up their phones for a week.

Her whole point was to get the students to realize there was another world beside that expensive piece of plastic. Her tactics worked. Kids began to communicate again. They didn’t have to take the exam, but were given additional assignments to maintain their grades, but the greater lesson learned was how important it is to have a real face to face conversation.

What a great teacher!

This summer might be the perfect time for parents to institute a similar option. By freeing them of those instruments you will be opening new doors for them.  They can get some physical exercise by riding their bikes – walking to their destination – swimming – cutting the grass – helping an old lady weed her garden.  They might offer to babysit for a neighbor for free.  Doing a task to be of assistance without getting anything in return is a great confidence builder. Anything that involves interaction is great for future team building and problem solving.

I know this might sound drastic to some and even brutal to others, but you will be giving one of the best life lessons ever. You don’t have to confiscate the phone for the entire summer, but I am willing to bet they won’t be relying on them nearly as much when school resumes.

The reason we have summer vacations is to renew physical bodies and refresh them for the work that lies ahead.  Now if I could just practice what I preach.

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DEALING WITH TOXIC PEOPLE

 

 

 

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Toxicity is described in the dictionary as something poisonous, extremely harsh, malicious or harmful.  It’s something we are seeing more and more with the use of the Internet, social media and lack of self control.  When we come up against someone who exhibits toxic behavior, our natural instinct is to confront them, defend ourselves or walk away.  We’ve all encountered toxic people – a classmate, someone we work with, a boss, a family member – maybe we’re the ones who are toxic.  Whatever the case, nothing good seems to come from these confrontations.

Some toxic people are narcissists.  Some have a low self image and need to prove themselves.  Some are power hungry, angry, unhappy or have been abused by another toxic person.  So how do we live with them, work with them or have a relationship with them?

When Jesus spoke His sermon on the mount he was setting up a list of guidelines for how to live.  Previously it was said to love your neighbor and hate your enemy.  Jesus said, “Love your enemies and  pray for those who persecute you.”  This probably made no sense at all.  When someone attacks we think we need to fight back, to defend our rights and honor.

When words are printed in the form of a text message, a tweet or a comment on social media, those words are permanent.  We can erase them, but the damage has already been done once the publish button is hit.  In our world of instant everything, we’re saying and writing words without thinking.  Too often we don’t even realize the effect of those words until it’s too late.

Face to face encounters are even worse, because we tend to act and react in the moment and words fly out of our mouths that we never intended to say.  To be a true follower of Christ, our actions should be that of a servant.  That doesn’t mean we should become a doormat for another person’s rage, but we should first show compassion rather than flying off the handle.  When we resort to the same tactics we’re giving the exact reaction they want.  That just feeds the drama and encourages more negative behavior.

When our integrity and work ethics are being challenged without cause, it isn’t easy to simply walk away or not respond.  Name calling, bullying, lies and anger run rampant in our country.  So what should we do?  Pray for them.  As hard as that may seem, it’s what we’re commanded to do.  The power of prayer is amazing.  It can heal broken bodies, restore relationships, give us hope in times of trouble and it can change hearts – even the hearts of toxic people.

 

 

 

 

 

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CLEARING UP THE CLOUDS

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ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
When days become diluted with the busyness of living,

It messes with our vision, as if closing all the blinds,

Our thoughts become polluted, our lives are unforgiving,

Our heads become befuddled, and shadows fill our minds.

 

The light that sweeps the darkness from our confusing state,

Cannot by coins be purchased, will not be found by hiding,

It’s light that comes from Heaven and it leads us to its gate,

We see that light in Jesus and His precious love abiding.

 

His Word is our connection, His promises are true,

He carries us through sadness, pain and loss,

His life He laid down gladly, He died for me and you,

There is no more confusion, just focus on the cross.

 

Psalm 119:130 “The unfolding of Your words gives light; It gives understanding to the simple.”

 

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ILLEGAL – WHAT DON’T WE UNDERSTAND?

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This is not a rant, even though it may appear so.  I have no problem with immigrants coming into our country.  My DNA includes German, French, Irish, English and Swedish.  All of my ancestors came to the United States in search of better living conditions and opportunity.  As we recently celebrated the birthday of our great country, I am reminded how the original colonists were not afraid to fight for the land they were coming to.  The French followed suit and had their own revolution shortly after we did.  When freedom is involved it is worth the fight.

There’s unrest and ugliness in all corners of the world. Children are being sold into sex slavery.  Drug cartels run the Central American countries.  Rape and gruesome executions take place everywhere.  Cities stand in ruin and people are subjected to hunger, starvation and disease because there is no place to live.  It truly is a sad state of affairs.

So what are we to do when we are inundated with thousands of ILLEGAL and UNDOCUMENTED immigrants?  There is a lawful procedure that takes place when people enter our country.  Somehow it seems that the law doesn’t apply anymore.  What about those who paid thousands of dollars and years of waiting to become American citizens? How can it be fair to them when they’ve paid the price which the current immigrants are not doing?

I’m not versed in political science or American law, but I’ve gone through the school of hard knocks and have seen such a decline in respect for both of those areas.  Police and other public servants have become the villains while the bad guys run the streets and are bringing suits against those very protectors.  Laws have been established to protect all of us.  Lately the bad guys have taken advantage of those laws to work to their own advantage.

When immigrants use children that aren’t even blood relatives to achieve their entrance to our country, something sets off a red flag, in my opinion.  The backlash of this leaves those who seriously want to come here for the reasons our ancestors did, are being pushed aside by the drug pushers and sex traffickers.  The fact that there are thousands of people to process slows down the entire action.  Many of them will never see the other side of the border.  Many will be returned to their countries of origin.  Many will die.  Many will get sick.  The list goes on and on.

Whoever is orchestrating these caravans is probably raking in a lot of money.  Some legitimate families are willing to give their last cent to get entrance into America.  The border patrol is working overtime hours, often bringing toys from their own homes for the children, spending part of their salaries to bring needed supplies and facing danger and even death every day they punch the time clock.

There is no clear answer to this situation.  However I still believe that the law means something.  The minute we turn that system upside down, we are opening the door to all kinds of problems.  The demise of a nation usually begins when its infrastructure is broken.

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COME TOGETHER

 

 

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When God invites us to His house, He does so because He loves us.  He desires our presence.  He doesn’t need our worship.  He’s God.  He doesn’t want us to do it as an outward act to show others how good we are.  He loves to hear our prayers – our voices singing to honor Him.  He wants us to share His blessings of the Sacraments  so that each of us comes united in His name.  It’s true that He exists everywhere, but when we come together as a body of believers, it makes Him glad.

Accept His open door policy.  He’s available morning, noon and night.  He will listen to your prayers and answer in His timing.  He knows what your needs are and wants only the best for you.  Spend some time thanking Him for that blessing.  Show your honor for Him by hearing His Word and praising Him with others who love Him too.

As we face the struggles of this world, we know we’ll get relief in His house.  It’s there where it’s all about God – and all about what He’s done for us.

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TECH WEEK!

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The dreaded moment has come again.  A time when my mind gives way to blankness with the addition of things like costumes, lights, complete set and use of props.  Add to that the fact that my brain has slowly been deteriorating over the past 77 years and you have a formula for chaos.  I do know from experience that it will all come together in the end and when the final ingredient is added – the audience – that sparks will fly and all will be well with the world again.

Today we’re scheduled for a six hour time slot.  Thoughts of dehydration, actually breaking a leg and confusion come to mind.  Did I mention I’m old? However there is something about being on stage that is timeless.  You can become another person for a short time and take on a persona unrecognizable to your own.  The roar of the greasepaint and the smell of the crowd – or something like that.

Being a writer, I have a tendency to add my own words to the script.  I’ve been know to edit (improvise) on the spot which might be good if I were doing a one woman show, but there are eleven other cast members counting on my getting it right so they don’t miss their cues and drop their lines.  There are also tech people trying to follow the script for their cues, a director that has worked so hard to make you look good and an audience that expects so much from you.

Being a writer, I also know what goes into writing.  You spend hours looking for just the right words and melding them together so they flow properly. You create interesting characters which influence the story.  It’s like a kick in the pants to the playwright if you don’t say them the way they’re written.  With that in mind, I’m striving to do so, but my brain doesn’t always cooperate.  Therein lies the run – I mean rub!

So when I hear the phrase, “break a leg,” I now take it literally.  My bones have become victim to osteoporosis, so words like that mean something entirely different then they did ten years ago.

I ask myself why I continue to put myself through this.  Why would any sane person submit themselves to such torture?  I guess common sense would tell me to stop making a fool of myself – to stop trying to prove something – to check in to a psych ward – or to simply sit in my rocking chair and waste away.  Well, those who know me will tell you that I refuse to waste away.  The scales are proof of that.

I will always have a piece of my heart connected to the theatre.  I will never stop performing before a live audience even if I have to resort to playing the corpse.  The lure of this craft is so enticing.  Once you’ve experience it, you can never let it go.

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