GOD’S BOUNTY . . .

ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

This still life shows some tasty looking fruit, but what really stands out to me is the setting in which it is placed. The movement going on behind the fruit shows God’s hand in the provision. We often fail to thank God for our daily bread whether our tables are endowed with a bountiful feast or a simple meal with just the essentials. God never fails to provide for all His creatures great and small. As the critters outside begin to bury treasures for future meals, or chow down to keep their bellies full for hibernation we see a flurry of activity. As farmers bring in the last of their crops and store them or send them off to market, we see the result of God’s daily blessings. Matthew 6:26 reminds us of the way God provides often more than we can eat, or just enough. Whatever gifts we receive from Him it is up to us to give thanks for each one. He has given us our daily bread and so much more.

I’ll never grow to comprehend the power of your love,

You hold me fast. You treasure me. You guide me from above,

There is no other love like yours. You fill my every need,

You comfort and protect me. For my own soul you’d bleed,

So take my life and use it, to serve you in some way,

Help me to share your message today and every day.

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THANKFUL FOR VETERANS . . .

ART & INSPIRATION BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

Today is the 11th day of the 11th month – and on the 11th hour of that day in 1918 when the armistice with Germany was signed, ending World War I. A beautiful poem was written by John McRae called, “In Fields of Flanders.” The poetry uses the imagery of the poppies – the beautiful red flowers that filled a field which also carried the bodies of many soldiers who bled and died there. This is why veterans hand out poppies on this day – as a reminder of the blood that was shed by many heroes of that horrific war. November 11th was named Armistice Day and later changed to Veterans Day to honor those who gave their lives in defense of their country. We continue to pay respect to those who have served in the military to this day. Let us never forget the cost.

America gained its independence with a rag tag army of farmers and tradesmen. These ill-prepared troops went up against the most powerful fighting force in the world and won.  Throughout our history the cost of war has been well over millions of souls.  Today we honor those who have served their country and returned home to waiting arms, anxious spouses and children and often times no jobs, no gratitude for their service and little help in regaining the life they left behind.  To be a veteran should be one of the greatest honors, Those fellow citizens fought to defend us and to make the world a better place, but is it?

During the Civil War, about 500,000 lives were lost – the greatest losses ever in America’s past.  Brothers fought brothers and families were broken apart because of differences in opinions.  Today, we seem to be in the midst of another civil war.  Instead of being united as a nation, we have been inundated with sometimes violent protesting, ugly words of hatred and so much more. During the many wars that followed, we rallied as a nation. We came together. We are no longer a rag tag army, but a world power with great strength.

Have we lost our strength of the heart? I beg that we can take time today and I hope every day to thank those who were willing to put their lives on the line in defense of this great nation.  It’s the perfect day to put aside our political differences and express that feeling to those heroes. Many suffer from PTSD, lost limbs, lost jobs and income. Lives have been disrupted by their service.  Many families have been destroyed by mental problems, behavior changes and even divorce.  Somehow our veterans seem to suffer more when they return home from war than they did while engaging in battle.

There are times we may think there is no longer any sanity regarding politics, government or civil dissension, but we still have the right to speak our minds and the freedom to address our feelings.  As a believer in God, I have faith that the words of the Bible are true.  This book shows us our sin and declares our salvation through God’s love for us.  We aren’t worth that kind of sacrifice, but God thinks otherwise.

Today can begin the renewal of a distracted nation.  We should set aside our differences and think for a moment the cost of our freedom and those who fought to preserve it.  Also thank God for allowing us to live in a country that still respects the rights of its citizens.

“Greater love has no man than this; that he lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:13

“Within the covers of the Bible are the answers for all the problems men face.” Ronald Reagan

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THANKFUL FOR TREES . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

Today, I am thankful for trees – glorious plants that give us shade in the summer, cause us to sneeze occasionally, reach their beautiful limbs as if calling out to God, fill with glorious color before they finally fade and die. The watercolor painting today is called, “Greensleeves.” Like the seasons of our lives, trees start from a tiny seed, grow into a living plant to be nurtured throughout the length of its days. In the human experience, we can see how everything in God’s creation goes through different seasons. When we’re just beginning, we’re somewhat helpless and in need of care. The same happens when we reach our final years. Our bodies become withered and wrinkled. Our skin cells no long reproduce We shrivel up and die. The leaves have almost all fallen from the trees in my neighborhood. They now reside on the lawns and driveways waiting to be raked or remain as mulch for the next growing season. For humanity, life doesn’t have to end when we take our last breath. God has provided for a rebirth that will take us to paradise. It’s His greatest gift to us. One that cost Him everything, because He loves us so much. The perfect Son of God gives us that hope and promise. Through His life, death and resurrection, we can be sure of the same outcome.

Morning rain softly caresses the falling leaves of fire and gold.
A gentle breeze tosses unsuspecting seeds to another place.
The days grow shorter and with anticipation of the icy cold.
Our pace grows faster as we strive to win the race.

We should slow down and treasure every sumptuous flavor
That autumn sets upon our bountiful dinner table.
Apple cider and pumpkin pies, a touch of cinnamon to savor,
Will fill our senses to the brim. more often than they’re able.

We should slow down and treasure every sumptuous flavor
That autumn sets upon our bountiful dinner table.
Apple cider and pumpkin pies, a touch of cinnamon to savor,
Will fill our senses to the brim. more often than we’re able.

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THE GIFT OF SURRENDER . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

My favorite blooms of summer are the magnificent hydrangeas. While they continuously bloom for most of the summer and into fall, they hang on to their beauty even after all the others have faded and died from the first frost. These giant beauties continue to shower an additional time for us to enjoy them. They can be cut and collected for lovely autumn arrangements. wreaths, or simply placed in a large vase to enjoy for the winter months.

The painting of a hydrangea wasn’t typical for Paul. He much preferred animals, barns or remote landscapes. He left the flowers to me. Maybe I’ll get back to painting again someday. As I look at things I’m thankful for, I must say one of my greatest blessings has been to “let it go.” In other words, to surrender to God’s will. It was another gift that took a long time to accept. Giving up, to most of us, means to “say uncle,” a sign of weakness, relying on someone else to help. Those are attributes that don’t appeal to most of us. We like to think we can handle the difficulties that are set before us. Instead, we cause ourselves undo stress and hopelessness when we try to go it alone. Paul’s mantra had always been, “God has this.” He passed this hope on to me. There are still times when I revert to trying to figure things out for myself, but I’m still a work in progress and I know God understands.

Spinning out of control,

Dropping to depths below,

Falling into the unknown

Unsure, lost, alone,

darkness surrounds you,

There is nothing you can do,

Nothing,

Nothing!

Stop fighting,

Let go,

Relax,

Trust.

Reach out your hands

To the Savior of the world,

He will catch you,

He will hold you,

He will love you like no other,

Trust,

Do not be afraid.

                                                                      

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TIME PASSING . . .

POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER

TODAY IS THE 8TH OF NOVEMBER – ONE WEEK OF THE MONTH ALREADY PASSED – TIME STOPS FOR NO ONE – A BLESSING, YES FOR THOSE OF US WHO STILL LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAY. FOR THOSE OF US WHO ARE STILL ADJUSTING TO THE CHANGES OF DAILY SAVINGS TIME ADDED CONFUSION TO AN ALREADY COMPLEX GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP. STLL, I THANK JESUS FOR ANOTHER DAY AND THE BLESSING OF TIME.

Time rushes as torrents of rapid fire. Pushing seconds out of the way
To comfort and relieve my heart’s desire to listen to the prayers I often pray.
Then from God’s own mouth He whispers – take my hand and follow me,
I will always be here for you. I have died to set you free.

The hourglass will soon be empty. No more sand will enter there,
But the hope of something better, He has promised to prepare.
Time will hold no pressure for me. He has heard my pleading cries.
And true life eternal gives me. I now close my weary eyes.

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NOVEMBER MEMORIES . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

November brings memories of father and son getting ready for the big deer hunt in Wisconsin. Son was only three years old when dad took him on his first excursion in the woods. No weapons, just a walk crunching through the mulch of autumn. Those years of bonding weren’t wasted. The boy became a man and followed in his father’s footsteps, becoming an avid hunter and lover of nature. The stories told around the campfire or inside of the hunting shack were endless. The comradery priceless. The painting today shows a doe feeding on the edge of the forest – most likely done from the warmth of a building housing a potbellied stove. I wrote this poem on 11/24/16. It is reminiscent of the kitchen centerpiece that stood fearlessly in the center of my grandparent’s farmhouse. If it could talk, I’m certain the stories would’ve been many.

The old iron fortress stood ready and tall within the empty room.
Wood stacked at one side – boots and mittens there dried,
But no one would share in the warmth that it’s belly consumed.
The snow outside glistened, no footprints did lead to the door,
The smoke lifted high to the stars in the sky,
The only one home was an old, tired soul who lay curled up asleep on the floor.

He had worked all day long, chopping wood for the old iron beast.
So he took to the floor, like he had once before,
And fell fast asleep while waiting alone for a fabulous feast.
His dreams soon were shattered by voices that chattered outside,
He rose to his feet. At the door he did meet,
All the friends from his past who long since had gone on and died.

As each person walked by, they could hear the man cry and in a soft murmur he said, You once were my friends but where’ve you been all my life,   My children have died and for them I’ve cried, yesterday I lost my wife,                      Within just an instant he knew God had called him to his eternal rest,
This new life that it gave him, would no more enslave him,
The warmth of his Savior was beyond so much more than the very best of the best.

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CRACK OF DAWN . . .

ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Today is Friday, November 7th. Like most days, I look forward to each morning. The sky is just beginning to open. The sun slowly kisses the tops of autumn trees and dances through the remaining canopy before it completely falls away. I look at mornings as fresh starts – a second chance – or a do over. The dawn of each day brings hope, balance, refreshment and comfort. I’d call that a true blessing. Thank you, Heavenly Father, for every day you give me. I am blessed beyond measure.

Morning can hold such glorious hope, a wonder to behold,

The birds give voice to each new day, with songs of love untold,

The air is clean, the sky is blue, the sun peeks from below,

The eastern clouds, encased in gold, a gift more than we know,

The dawning of the day gives way, and opens up the sky,

Behold His wondrous majesty, His love will never die.

How many times have you cried yourself to sleep only to wake feeling refreshed and restored.  Tears can overtake us, but God promises to wash away all our sadness and give us perfect rest.  Joy does come in the morning.

Psalm 30:5 “For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.”

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THROW BACK THURSDAY – NOVEMBER

We’ve been blessed with some lovely weather so far in November. Today is one of those gray days that can easily turn a smile into a frown and steal our joy. Since it’s also throw back Thursday, I thought I’d share an older post from 2019.

The grey skies of November are upon us up here in Lake Woebegone.  All the green grass has pretty much faded into oblivion – covered with a rich blanket of mulch, fallen softly from dying trees.  It seems to be one of the most depressing months as well. For some reason, the glory of color has faded into the earth -burrowing deeply into the recesses of the soil to wither and die.  If there was no thought of spring, you might call this month unbearable.  We long for that first glistening snowfall to cover up the garbage – to give a clean face to the environment – even though the temperatures will fall and cause us to seek refuge in our warm homes.

All the Christmas movies and every Christmas decoration on the shelves, beckons us to turn our thoughts to merriment and joy, but we wonder why.  There may be no additional cash to buy gifts this year.  Even at 50% off, we find the price tags a bit too exorbitant to bring on the credit cards.  Maybe a job has been lost, or an expected bonus didn’t happen this year.  Maybe a pressing illness requires your dollar bills rather than a trip to Amazon.

Whatever the case may be, we’re actually setting ourselves up for a great disappointment if this is all there is.  If we have tuned out the true message of Christmas and turned it into another way to buy our children’s love or impress a colleague, the grey days of November will have nowhere else to go, but a bleak December.

Thanksgiving should be preparing us for this Christian holiday.  For one full year, we anticipate the coming of Christ.  We long to celebrate His birthday.  To offer thanks for every blessing He has already laid at our feet. Soon the Advent season will be upon us, giving us time to contemplate the greatest gift of Christmas.

“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.”  Isaiah 9:6

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THANKS FOR THE ROADBLOCKS . . .

ART POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

The above Artist’s Proof shows a cobblestone road, filled with bumps and obstacles. Much like our lives, we trudge through each day, meeting one thing or another that might get in our way. When we allow God to direct our lives, we have a newfound freedom. The difficulties that could be considered roadblocks can be seen as opportunities. Praying persistently for answers is God’s invitation to us – not to give up. Today is November 6th and a blessing I often forget to give thanks for is the things that turn us back to our Creator God for help. At the time those things may seem impossible, but with God all things are attainable.

The road is full of stumbling blocks, we see them every day,

Our path is full of hiccups to toughen up the way,

Our journey to eternity is filled with indecision,

We struggle with all daily tasks requiring supervision,

The signs that lead to nowhere, just clutter up our walk,

We can’t decide which way to go, we simply talk the talk,

But when we walk with Jesus, our road is made quite clear,

The things that seemed impossible, lose all their haunting fear,

Our daily walk is easy when we simply trust in Him,

We’ll reach our destination and in the end, we win!

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THE OLD FEED MILL . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

It was about a year ago, I guess. Paul and I had made a habit of taking little daily road trips during his last year of life. This day was no exception. It was a crisp, fresh Wednesday in early November. We didn’t have to go far for this excursion. Wednesdays were the days his group of plein air painters would meet and paint in various locations outdoors. Soon it would be too cold to set paint on a canvas. Paul’s students would retreat to the studio instead. This may have been the last day they gathered outdoors. Paul thought it would be fun to visit them at the Old Feed Mill in Anoka – only a few short blocks from our home. We drove because it was too far for Paul’s frail body. We arrived and saw the artists in various spots doing what they loved. Paul, ever the teacher, stopped to talk to each one and give suggestions, but never criticizing. He was loved by this group of painters, and he loved them just as much.I

While sorting through his art these past few weeks, I found the painting he did way back in 2010 of this very site. Crisp, sharp lines with just the right amount of detail made the place look a lot better than it appears today. I believe he sold the painting, but I have a signed print remaining which is a reminder of then and now.

God blesses us with memories, especially when we grow older. Often they are the best things we have to hang onto. Today is November 5th and day five of counting my blessings. I thank God for memories – great and small – which remind me of a wonderful life.

The time has swiftly passed me by, I wonder where it’s gone,

I think of you with fondness throughout our whole life long,

Time takes away the sting of death, but never really heals,

Knowing that you abide with God, reminds me how it feels.

I know that my life will go on, I’ll never be the same,

But having you to share that life, is now what I will claim.

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MORNING GLORY . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

November 4 – Blessing – God’s Creation

Paul had an eye for color, contrast, movement natural elements and he attempted to come close to God’s original design through his art. We are still allowed the joy of God’s majesty on a smaller scale, but imagine what creation looked like before sin entered the world. Still God blesses us each day with His glorious workmanship. We see it in nature – in the complexity of each human body – the divine design of the world we live in. I thank God today and every day for the environment we live in, in spite of what we have done to corrupt it. It still reflects His glory.

I don’t know what each day will bring. My future is unknown,

To God’s own Son my praises sing. He’s made my life His own,

He’s taken on my sins. He took them to the cross,

He died for me and rose again so new life won’t be lost,

I have no fear of death. I know life never ends,

His home is mine if I believe. My soul He will attend.

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OUR THREE CHILDREN . . .

NOVEMBER 3RD – BLESSINGS

Today I thank God for the blessing of family. Our three children are no longer kids. They have, however, grown into amazing adults with great work ethics, strong faith in God, compassionate, loving, caring and faithful attributes they bring to their own families now. When I think of those growing up years and all the goof ups, I made in the parenting department, I thank God that He was there in their bringing up. Without His direction, who knows how they would’ve turned out. Each one is different. Each unique. Each one with their own temperament, personality and goals. Each one is dear to me and will be until my dying day. When it seems that parenting isn’t always worth it, remind yourself that you are not alone in the process. Persistent prayer and faith in God will make all the difference in the world.

I LOVE MY FAMILY!

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APPLE PIES & APPLESAUCE . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

The smells of summer still hang in the air. The potent fragrance of fertile soil. The aroma of a bonfire after dark to whisk away the mosquitoes. The blooming roses cast their lovely scent as they cling to life, knowing only too well that their days are numbered. The days grow shorter. The last glimmer of sunlight is consumed by darkness. In what seems like an instant crimsons, golds, rusts and brilliant yellows take the place of lush, succulent greens. God has taken His paint brush and blended warm hues on His palette – placing the pigment on the landscape. He gives us one more brilliant display before the lifeless blanket of white spreads across the great expanse. Autumn!

When it seems that all is gone and the days stretch on too long,

There is hope and consolation in God’s perfect preservation,

He provides for every need, even when there’s naught to feed,

When miracles are required, He will give with love inspired,

His perfection does abound in creation all around,

Lift your hands to Him in prayer, He will answer you with care,

Maybe not as you expected, but in ways that He’s directed,

He will soothe your troubled mind, give you peace in all you find,

He will lift you to His breast, calming fears through every test,

He will breathe new life in you, when the present one is through.

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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 my flaws and worries. I tend to try and figure things out for myself too often and eventually realize I should’ve known that God had things all planned before they even happened. Because He is God, we can be assured that we are His saints, whether our lives are smooth sailing or on the rocks. That sainthood was bequeathed to us by His only Son, Jesus. The closing hymn was “There is a Higher Throne,” and I quickly pointed out to my daughter that I wanted that played at my funeral. The words incredibly describe what’s waiting for us on the other side of death. While we still walk the earth, we can claim our sainthood too – not by anything we have accomplished. Only the love of an unconditional God who loves us beyond death.

“There Is a Higher Throne”
Song by Keith & Kristyn

There is a higher throne
Than all this world has known
Where faithful ones from every tongue
Will one day come
Before the Son we’ll stand
Made faultless through the Lamb
Believing hearts find promised grace
Salvation comes

Hear heaven’s voices sing
Their thunderous anthem rings
Through emerald courts and sapphire skies
Their praises rise
All glory, wisdom, power
Strength, thanks, and honor are
To God our King, who reigns on high
Forevermore

And there we’ll find our home
Our life before the throne
We’ll honor Him in perfect song
Where we belong
He’ll wipe each tear-stained eye
As thirst and hunger die
The Lamb becomes our Shepherd King
We’ll reign with Him

Hear heaven’s voices sing
Their thunderous anthem rings
Through emerald courts and sapphire skies
Their praises rise
All glory, wisdom, power
Strength, thanks, and honor are
To God our King, who reigns on high
Forevermore
Forevermore

Thank you, dear LORD Jesus for your amazing plan for salvation of the entire human race. Because of you, I have become a saint. Your love endures forever.

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REFUGE . . .

ART & INSPIRATION BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

As I continue to sort through all of Paul’s many paintings, I see a strong spiritual sense in each one of them. He loved the Lord with all his heart and knew where his final destination would take him. I’m calling this piece “REFUGE” in honor of the blessings we’ve received from our church over the years. It will always be right at the top of the list to be a follower of Christ and the truth of His grace. Preaching the truth of God’s Word – providing solace and peace – fellowship with likeminded Christians – support and comfort when necessary – and the love of God at its center.

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MAJESTIC WILDLIFE . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Today we change the calendar to November, the month of thanksgiving and counting our blessings. It is the time of the year when special holidays get underway and plans are being made for travel and reunion. November has only 30 days. We will turn our clocks back an hour this weekend and perhaps get an extra hour of sleep. Today is National Bison Day. In Minnesota, hunting for big game begins. I’ve included the colored pencil drawing of a majestic moose and his mate in honor of these amazing animals. In this month we observe the assassination of President John F. Kennedy on the 22nd of November. Veteran’s Day is on the 11th of this month, when we honor those who have served our country in the military. Later on we celebrate Thanksgiving on the 27th – when we eat too much, regret it and thank God for all His blessings.

November 1st means that Paul Boecher has been residing in heaven for ten full months. I like to count my blessings each day, so today I thank God for giving me more than 60 years of marriage to this wonderful man and a total of 67 years as his best friend. November signals another change of season. Soon the leaves will completely fall from their limbs, spreading a layer of mulch for the winter to come. We know winter is coming as it always does. It’s our longest season here in Minnesota. Still my heart is grateful. Share some of your blessings with me as we walk through November. Let’s make it a daily affair. Keeping these positive thoughts in mind will give us a new perspective and turn our hearts to the fact that we have a wonderful life. Thank you, Jesus for another day!

Give thanks to the Lord for His creation,
In His hands all things came into existence,
The trees perfectly designed and crafted to bring shade, comfort, and shelter,
The seas in all their majesty, blown into place by His breath,
Abundant with life, food for our stomachs and beauty to behold,
The sky is filled with the voice and color of His paintbrush,
A glimmering sunset, a rainbow of promise, clouds to gather the tears of man,
The secret places are His also, He formed great mountains from formless clay,
He carved the crevices from steely granite, penciled in the lines,
Washed the canvas with water, tweaked, punched, chiseled,
He created every living thing,
Formed from nothing into intricately executed works of art,
Giving the first man a likeness of Himself,
And the first woman taken from the ribs of the man,
To forever be a part of him,
God is the Creator of all things,
Let us praise Him and thank Him for His wondrous gifts,
And remind us that He created us to be the caretakers of His creation.

Oh give thanks unto the LORD for He is good; for his mercy endure forever!” Psalm 107:1

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TURNING THE PAGE, AGAIN . . .

ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

The black walnut tree outside my window is nearly completely barren of foliage. She is usually the first to bloom in the spring. I wonder how long she has stood, so staunchly guarding with limbs reaching up to God for sustenance. The trunk is completely straight with branches that fill the yard with shade for most of the summer months. As she sheds her leaves in autumn, she creates a blanket of gold upon the floor. I wonder how many humans sat below that tree and talked or shared a meal or set up an easel. My memories this year have been filled with emotion. The change of seasons makes me think of things past, present and future. When I look at that tree I see life, death and all that runs between. The seasons will change her appearance. Someday she will fall, but for now she is a sign of endings and new beginnings.

The heat of summer crunches under fallen shards,

Remnants of that which once was full of life,

Giving way to grandiose color everywhere,

God’s paintbrush embraces the trees,

Scrumbling, brilliant hues throughout the landscape,

Purveying jewels to adorn the countryside,

Filling the sky with burnt orange, crimson and golden clouds,

Autumn reminds us of our earthly journey,

Soon we’ll be blanketed with white,

Encased in ice,

Struggling to keep our balance,

Watching icicles form,

But for now,

Enjoy,

The brocaded tapestry of a coat of many colors,

Created by the One True God.

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A REFORMATION LOVE STORY . . .

When we think about the Reformation of 1517 our thoughts turn to one of the most outspoken defenders of the Word of God – Martin Luther. The woman he would eventually marry had grown up in a convent from the age of five and become a nun. Martin was also a member of the Roman Catholic clergy ready to become a priest. They had no knowledge of each other at the time, but their story would weave into an amazing love story that created as much of a stir as the Protestant Reformation.

The air was cold and damp as Leonard Koppe and his nephew guided twelve women aboard their merchant’s wagon in the early morning hours of Holy Saturday.  This band of a dozen left the comfort of the convent to flee and find a new life within the realm of a new time in history.  The crucifixion of Jesus, Christ was a fleeting memory and tomorrow they would be celebrating His victory over the grave and eternal life for those who believed.

The women squeezed tightly between empty barrels of pickled herring which had been earlier delivered to the convent.  Imagine the stench – the discomfort – the fear that dwelt in their hearts as they undertook this journey.  They were an unimportant group of women, yet they had a mission.  The message of the Reformation was well underway by this time.  It was more than five years since the 95 Theses were posted on the door of the Church at Wittenburg.

Katarina von Bora was one of these women.  Sent to the convent as a child, she would learn to read, write and manage a household for the next twenty years.  Most likely, Katarina was a devout nun, devoting her life to Christ and the church.  However, the church was in disarray.  A German monk was stirring things up with his radical thinking and the entire movement became quite intriguing for this small band of women.  They appealed to Luther to help them escape from the convent.

Once the nuns had successfully fled the convent, Luther placed them in homes of his friends and found husbands for some of them as well.  God had a special plan for Katarina.  She stood her ground and refused to marry Casper Glatz, a Wittenberg professor who had proposed to her.  Eventually she married Luther, bore six children and managed the home that was open to countless visitors. She was 16 years younger than he. He had been a bachelor for quite some time and that led to some bad habits. Katie put an end to his poor hygiene and sleeping on the same bedding for a year. He called her Kette, which is German for chain. Not particularly complimentary, but he had many names for her including my rib. She referred to him as Herr doctor. Their marriage became the standard for pastoral Christian homes.  They worked together as a team.  Luther often referred to her as “darling” or “morning star of Wittenberg, but also called her Katie, his Lord.  There was a mutual work ethic.  One supported the other in everything they did.  The love that seemed impossible at first, grew into a tightly knit bond which lasted until Martin’s death twenty years later.

Katie was the typical Proverbs 31 wife – a woman of noble character. She was an expert at keeping a clean and efficient house, planted a garden and even made beer in her own brewery. The beer was quite agreeable to those who drank it. She made it her goal to tend to all the needs of her family – six children and Martin. Later there would be more children from other relatives. She also had to deal with Martin’s mood swings and depression. One day she came into the kitchen dressed in black. Martin asked her who died. She replied, “God died.” He rebuked her for such a thoughtless comment. She waited for him to finish his rant and then said, “Well Martin, the way you were acting I thought he was dead.”

Some might say he was bipolar, but he suffered dark depression feeling that God had abandoned him and didn’t care about him. His kidney stones, arthritis and heart problem were just a few of his ailments. He would often retreat to his study and stay there for days. It is said that she unhinged the door one day to draw him out of his room. Feisty little character, wasn’t she?

Their story wasn’t filled with romance. There wasn’t time for that. These two were on a mission to change the world as they knew it. Their marriage wasn’t perfect, but how many really are. This couple would go on to spread the truth, working as a team to make it happen. Of course, God was in charge. Luther died from a heart attack but was also released from many other health issues. In his later years, he made many antisemitic comments which put a black cloud over his ministry for a while. We all are subject to falling short but by the grace of God, we are forgiven. He died on February 18, 1546 in Eisleben, the place of his birth. He knew that he was entering a new life, a new body and eternity.

The idea of a former priest and nun becoming married was unthinkable at the time, but then so was everything else that happened during the Reformation.

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SLEEPLESS IN ANOKA . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Had my post hospital stay appointment yesterday. Another round of antibiotics and prednisone were prescribed, but things were looking good. Picked up the new prescriptions and started the antibiotic immediately. As I entered what should’ve been a good night’s sleep, all sorts of things began to run through my head – things that need my attention. Getting a new Medicare advantage plan – wondering about the fraud that took place while in the hospital. Did I pack my kid’s lunches? Are they all OK? Sleep would not come. I switched positions about 45 times to no avail. Coughing wasn’t keeping me awake so that wasn’t the problem. Too many stressful issues to deal with at once. Prayers came fast and furious and finally it hit me. The antibiotic! I looked at the side effects and found difficulty falling asleep to be one of them. So, here it is 5 AM and I finally gave up. My muse seems to be wide awake right now too, so I thought I’d put this wide-eyed experience to work. Maybe it will put me to sleep. I found this lovely painting of a waterfall during the autumn of the year. Maybe that will eliminate counting sheep. At least Paul’s art fills my heart with amazing joy. Dear Lord, thank you for another day.

The mountains proclaim His glory, His love comes pouring forth,

The waters rejoice with honor, while raging over stone,

Tiny pebbles declare His name, the stones declare His worth,

Power surges into rivers, His praises to make known,

And when the floodgates are lifted, We see God in it all,

His finger stirs restless waters, His hand brings them to rest,

In quiet pastures green and still, He waits for us to call,

To douse us with His righteousness, and give to us His best.

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TIME TO REST . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

It is said that with every major health issue. we lose a part of ourselves. Following doctor’s orders and getting a lot of rest is vital to our wellbeing. While going through the process of healing, there are going to be obstacles you didn’t plan on. There will be moments of frustration and impatience. Your prayers become more frequent. You look at the reality of end of life. As life is sapped from our environment, preparing us for another season, we’re bound to get a little depressed. Add to that all the noise that raises around us each day. Remembering all that our Savior, Jesus endured for us is one way to chase away the blues. He’s given us a life insurance policy that will never run out, even when we take our last breath here on earth.

Weary of the noise of media attention,

Exhausted by virtuous and often untrue claims,

Troubled hearts cling to greater intervention,

Longing for refreshment from the flames,

Looking up is what we need for our salvation,

God alone brings peace from all our shames,

Quieting the dissidence and excitation,

Giving love instead of naming names,

Sin no more holds constant consternation,

Though His Son our guilt no longer blames.

I am on the road to recovery from a bout with pneumonia. I know that the prayers being said on my behalf are being heard. I thank Jesus for another day.

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