SURVIVOR

Posted on April 30, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Life gets complicated,

Torrents of troubles rain upon us,

This brief time on earth is a mere whisper,

How do we withstand the storms,

How do we live through them,

How do we survive,

When life ebbs slowly away from us,

When friends and family pass away,

When financial worries overcome us,

When health issues surmount,

When it seems there is no end,

How do we survive,

We struggle to succeed,

Only to be battered down,

We strive to accomplish great deeds,

Only to be ridiculed,

We wonder how we fit into a world gone crazy,

How do we survive,

We’re amazed at the state of our youth,

We worry about the state of our churches and schools,

We fret over man’s inhumanity to man,

We mourn for the children of the world,

How do we survive,

God has a plan,

We know He is perfect,

He always delivers,

He won’t let us down,

Be still,

Know that He is God,

We will survive.

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GOD’S PERSONAL NOTE TO YOU

Posted on April 29, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

ART & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER©

Do you know how precious you are to me?
Do you not feel my presence every second of every hour?
Do you know that I want to take your problems, your worries, your fears and place them all on my own back?
Can you see my hand working in your life – helping you to make hard decisions – leading you from temptation and pulling you closer to me every day?
Do you know I want you to prosper?  I have a plan designed just for your life.  It may not be what you want or expect, but it will be abundant.
Do you know that I am the only one who really loves you with an everlasting and divine love?

Do you know that I paid the ransom for the sins that have held you captive for so long? There is no need for guilt, I cover you with my protective wings.  The price was paid once for all.

Do you know that I was not afraid to lay down my life for you, because I can conquer death?

Do you know that I am waiting for you in heaven?  There will be no tears, no sadness, only joy.

Your room is ready!  Do you know?

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HOW DID YOUR WEEK STACK UP?

Posted on April 28, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

I love these old dudes from the Muppets Show. They would sit in their private balcony and review whatever was being presented at the time. Of course, their reviews were always negative and left me thinking “Is this as good as it gets when you grow old?” It’s true, that when we age, we tend to find the dark side of things rather than focusing on the good. If we season the darkness with a measure of humor, we will have a much better outlook on life.

So, when you get older, what is that better outlook? I think it’s the same as it was when we were children, but in slow motion. We can look at the world and find ugliness or beauty. As a child, all of our experiences are brand new to us. We can’t wait to try things we’ve never done. The thought of taking a rapid river run may not occur to us at the age of 80, but sitting in a kayak, floating down a winding river, doing absolutely nothing, can achieve the same result. Parachuting out of a plane might be compelling to some, but you can get the same effect by laying in a hammock and staring at the clouds. We can decide that the world is going to hell in a hand basket, or we can choose to buy a set of paints and create a painting of the beauty that dwells within that world. Our bodies are slowing down along with our minds, but that doesn’t mean we must throw in the towel.

You might find joy in traveling – in golfing – in art or writing – in making people laugh. Whatever you enjoyed doing at the age of twelve, you will probably get satisfaction from now. Our tasks as senior citizens are modified to fit our abilities and talents. Just because life is slowing us down physically and sometimes mentally, we’re still alive and we have purpose. Even when spring cleaning consists of dusting your furniture rather than a complete deep purge and sanitizing, we can do the task with gusto. We can still do the same things we did. We simply adapt to our new, old bodies and push on for the prize.

“You make known to me the path of life;
    you will fill me with joy in your presence,
    with eternal pleasures at your right hand” Psalm 16:11

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ALL OTHER GROUND IS SINKING SAND

Posted on April 27, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

“And so rock bottom became a solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.” J. K. Rowling

We’ve all had those points in life, when we hit bottom.  Each day begins to fall apart and there’s nowhere to turn.  It’s out of the depths of those dark places where we might crumble into rubble – or – we can use those difficult times to bemoan our fate – blame someone else – melt into oblivion – or – we can rise out of that pit with the help of our Champion/Jesus.

When we struggle over daily problems, we’re actually preparing ourselves for a big crash.  I know that sounds pessimistic but bear me out.  If change didn’t occur; if everything remained stagnant; if we followed a routine which never faltered, wouldn’t that be boring?  Change gives way to creativity.  Creativity will generate ideas and invention, making big alterations in the way we live. Life without struggles sounds amazing, doesn’t it?  We want to glide through each day with no waves, obstacles or detours. Satan knows our every weakness and uses that knowledge to attack us.  He plays on our fears our insecurities, our doubts.

I’ve shared this with you before, but it comes to mind again as I think about being built on the Rock.  My husband carries a rock in his pocket.  He’s done this for our entire marriage.  The rock holds no power, it’s not a good luck charm, but serves as a reminder that God is always with him. I love my husband for being my help mate, my best friend and confidante, but especially as my spiritual partner.  This simple gesture has made a tremendous impact on me.  It was brought home most poignantly when he was admitted to the hospital after a fall which touched every inch of his body.  He needed to stay for additional testing.  As I folded his clothes, the rock fell out of his pocket.  My eyes grew moist, yet I knew that he was in good hands.

We’ll be crushed, rebuilt, restored, broken again and redo the process many times.  Those who trust in the Lord will renew their strength. When the final hour of life arrives, we will be ready for heaven. Ms. Rowlings used her difficulties to rebuild her life.  When we hit bottom, we have nowhere to look, but up.  We can push forward and never look back.  God promises us the final victory.  In the meantime, stay grounded in God’s Word.

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CAN WE MAKE A DIFFERENCE?

Posted on April 26, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

It would seem that once we’ve achieved a lifetime of successes and failures, we would have enough knowledge to help others through some of theirs. We might consider our endless wisdom to be useful to someone. Well, actually life isn’t that simple. We learn from our failures – true, but we often go and make the same mistakes. Our successes may lead to financial gain, but how we use that gain is going to change things for you as well as others.

A lifetime of ups and downs should give us some answers, but most of the time, we fall into the same habits. I can wear a happy face but may be dying inside with worry or anxiety. I can tell others how to rely on God in time of trouble, but then fall into Satan’s pit of despair. Our inner thoughts and behavior appear to be nothing like the Facebook posts and pictures indicating our “perfect” lives. Within the ruts and potholes, we are driving into roadblocks at every turn. So, what’s a person to do?

Maybe God is using you to show others that they aren’t alone in their struggles. Maybe He has already designed your life as an example of His mercy and grace. We should never underestimate our story. It will have an effect on someone as we go through this veil of tears. No matter how insignificant you feel – you aren’t. God has a wonderful plan in place for each of us. If we trust in Him, we know the outcome. We will be heirs of His glory in heaven. Our troubles will be no more. Our pain will disappear, and our anxiety will be erased. Only God can make a real difference and His Son, Jesus changes everything.

A PURPOSE FILLED LIFE – By Kathy Boecher

It seems that nothing matters anymore,

When tears like floods fall gently to the floor,

When life itself seems meaningless and lost,

We long for respite from the horrid cost.

The difference that we made won’t mean a thing,

When our last breath to God we finally bring,

The things that we’ve established on this earth,

They’re soon forgotten, and they bear no worth.

The ripples that we’ve stirred along the way,

Will shine a little while, but pass away,

To really make a difference while we’re here,

We first must love and cast away all fear.

Alone we can’t accomplish this one thing,

We need the One Eternal Light to bring,

To lift us from the depths of hell below,

To alter hearts to love and overflow.

The cost of our redemption is not cheap,

He shed His blood our souls to wash and keep,

We owe Him nothing for the ransom paid,

Just turn to Him and never be afraid

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BEST LAID PLANS OF MICE & MEN . . .

Posted on April 24, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

It’s funny how old metaphors can still be applicable to us today. “The best laid plans of mice and men,” originated in a poem by Robert Burns, titled “To a Mouse.” The poem was an ode to the poor little mouse who worked so hard to build a nest, only to have it destroyed by some kind of pest control. Later on, the phrase was coined in a book by John Steinbeck, “Of Mice and Men.” An old Yiddish proverb is also quite appropriate to this quote. “Man plans – God laughs.” What is a Meta for (metaphor) anyway?

Monday is a good day to plan for the week. We make lists – forget where the list is – do things on a wing and a prayer – try to muddle through with some sort of semblance to that original list – or wait for next Monday and try again. When we get to be my age, we forget about lists – do the task when we are up to it physically – have someone else do it for us – forget about the task and take a nap. Seriously, the plans we make, often do go awry. And what does awry mean? According to the Cambridge Dictionary, the word “Awry,” means, “not in the right way or “askew.” So, what does askew mean? Out of alignment or crooked. In other words, the plans we make are often subject to going the wrong way.

Trusting the plan of our Creator, for all elements of our lives, will give us a much-needed lesson in letting it go. There is another metaphor which states that anything that can go wrong will go wrong. It’s called Murphy’s Law, but that could lead to a completely different post. The point is this. God has given us a free will to think things through – to organize our thoughts and tasks – to set an agenda, to use our intellect, but the One who really controls everything on this planet has already designed a perfect plan for our lives. Because of that, we can rely on His plan to be carried out meticulously in His time. Don’t sweat the small stuff and turn the really big stuff over to the Master Planner.

In the meantime, if you really get frustrated, you have the right to scream, because it’s Scream Day.


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A PEEK AT SUMMER

Posted on April 23, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

It seems like an eternity since quiet waters ran,

Since sun-kissed skies caused squinting eyes, and toes touched on the sand,

Awakened by morning sunrise, a craft sails slowly by,

Still waters lap upon its bough, thin clouds fill up the sky,

The contrast of the blue and white, enlivens every sense,

The long dark days of winters past, means spring will soon commence,

It seems like an eternity, but patiently we wait,

The sun will melt away the ice and open up the gate,

In paradise once more we’ll be, our hearts will quickly soar,

The winter of our discontent will finally be no more.

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LOOKING UP

Posted on April 22, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

ART & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER

Majestically standing in rows just like soldiers,

With arms reaching up to great heights of the sky,

The trees tower over the rocks and the boulders,

They almost touch heaven and don’t even try,

What if we would turn our heads and our eyes,

To the mighty Creator with voices and cries,

Would He heed to our voices and answer our prayers,

Would He take away all of our fears and our cares,

Sometimes it may seem that He’s too far away,

That He’s too much to do than to hear what we pray,

Prayers don’t go unanswered when we ask from within,

He listens to us and forgives all our sin,

So, lift up your eyes, to the sky up above,

God knows what you need, and He’ll answer with love.

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IS TIME RUNNING OUT?

Posted on April 21, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

Our lives fill up rapidly with a litany of mistakes – a truckload of foolishness – difficult decisions – fears – hopes – dreams. By the end of each week, our refreshment needs renewal. We’re given this time on earth as an opportunity to serve God and others. It’s a wonderful gift and we should never fail to use every minute of it to praise the One who gives it – to live thankful lives – to reach out to those who don’t yet know Him – to share this gift with others.

When we come into the world, most of us let out a loud scream as we experience our first breath. For nine months, life in our mother’s womb has provided us with safety, nourishment, contentment, a little indigestion if mom eats something spicey. Those nine months have been interrupted by the birthing process and expose us to a new way of living. As we grow into toddlers, we explore, we discover, we try, we fail, we learn, we still do foolish things. As life continues, so do the mistakes and poor choices. By the time we reach the end of our time, our bodies are often screaming again to return to the safety we knew as embryos.

When it seems that our lives are going nowhere – when it seems like no one cares – when we wonder why God just doesn’t call us to heaven – we should remember that each moment we have left has been given as a time of grace. God, in His perfect wisdom, has a reason for us to continue living. His plans may not make sense to us in the here and now, but they will be for our benefit eternally.

As this week ends, think about the impact God has had on even the smallest areas of your life. He is with you always. He will never leave you. He will deliver you from pain, suffering, emotional problems, failures. He knows what’s best for you. He loves us so much that He died for us. He is divine, so He also overcame death and made it possible for us to do the same.

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MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS . . .

Posted on April 20, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

Memories of past events. people and places, come flooding back into my mind on Throw Back Thursdays. The times of our youth, when we feel that we’re invincible and still have not experienced the pitfalls of living – the days of discovery, when our eyes are opened to the future – the years of learning through our mistakes and failures – all of these are parts of who we are today. Social media has given us a platform to share some of those “olden” days through photographs from the past. Ancient photos often were left unlabeled. No one seems to recall who the people are. Some of those faces had some impact on your life today. Dwelling on the past can be fun, but sometimes the memories aren’t so good, and they make us fall down a very deep rabbit hole, leading to negative thinking and even depression.

My oldest daughter has a wonderful memory. She can recall the smallest details of her youth – things that I didn’t even realize happened. She has one specific memory that really touches my heart. Her dad had taken a part time job to supplement our income and provide a little extra. He became a security guard, which he did during the evening hours. He would arrive home from work long after the children were sound asleep in their beds. My daughter remembers him coming into her room each night, kissing her on the forehead and tucking a stick of gum under her pillow. A simple act of love has remained in her mind for all these years and brings tears to my eyes every time she tells the story.

Our lives are often filled with setting outlandish goals. In so doing we might be setting ourselves up for failure.  We might base our lives on what we look like on Facebook or Instagram, but only God can see within our souls and know who we really are. We won’t experience perfection on this side of eternity.  Things get in the way – unexpected things – things that take away our joy.

So how do we find happiness in the everyday things?  If you have small children, start by spending time with them.  The dishes may not get done, the bills go unpaid, the house is in chaos, but you are experiencing something you will not have available to you in a few years. If you have teens who you have to drive to all their activities, use the time you have together to talk with each other. You might learn a thing or two about each other. If your nest is empty, take time to enjoy a sunset with your spouse.  If your spouse is no longer in your life, enjoy the sunset alone.  We should never get so wrapped up in the busyness of living that we forget to actually live.  The little things may seem little now, but they will grow into wonderful memories someday and they may even turn into big things.

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WINDY, WHIRLING, WET & WATERLOGGED WEDNESDAY

Posted on April 19, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

ART & INSPIRATION FROM PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

Waves of wind test the endurance of newly budding trees. The American flag is waving furiously at me, as I look out my side window. The watery blast of April rain is greening up the brown grass and forming new life everywhere. Snow, wind, rain, heat – all evident in the past week in Minnesota. April is a month of transition, I guess. We see changes all across our country – not just in my state, but everywhere. With each passing year, I never fail to marvel at the evidence of God’s power in the weather. Tornadoes, hurricanes, flooding, washing, cleansing and renewing the remnants of the past season. Some of those storms are so powerful, they cause devastation, material loss, loss of life and more. In the midst of all that pain and suffering, stands our Father, God, Jehovah. He is in control – not to cause us pain, but to bring good from it.

The storms of life are hard. Why does God allow those times to penetrate our hearts and souls to the point of depression, anxiety and despair? With each peril we endure, we have the assurance that He is still the same as always. We can count on Him and should depend completely on Him for peace, tranquility and comfort. He isn’t sending these storms to destroy our faith, but to build it. That might seem ludicrous to some, but it makes perfect sense to me.

Who do you run to in times of trouble? Who do you rely on when you can’t take life anymore? Where do you go when all other hope is lost? The darkness of the storms will always provide a rainbow, and beauty can be found in even the most difficult of situations. He is the One who formed the world and the entire universe. He knows what He’s doing. When storms come, you can be sure He’s got this!

“He stretches out the north over the void
    and hangs the earth on nothing.
 He binds up the waters in his thick clouds,
    and the cloud is not split open under them.
 He covers the face of the full moon
    and spreads over it his cloud.
He has inscribed a circle on the face of the waters
    at the boundary between light and darkness.
The pillars of heaven tremble
    and are astounded at his rebuke.” Job 26:7-11

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ARGH

Posted on April 18, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

Today’s message will be short and sweet. I went in for my final cataract surgery yesterday and told them I was disappointed in the patch they gave me last time. I was hoping for a black one to complete my pirate ensemble. “A black one,” the nurse asked. “I don’t think we have any of those.” So began my pre-op. I asked her later if she felt like she was running an assembly line, she said, “Well, we have 30 surgeries today and sometimes it feels that way, I guess. I hope you don’t feel that way.” When the surgeon came in, he asked how my eyes were doing, and I asked him how his were. He replied that his were great. I don’t think he got the joke.

Needless to say, I felt like an idiot for asking, but it does almost seem like a production of sorts when you go in for this kind of procedure. Now I sit and wait again for this eye to heal and hope both eyes will be normal again. Today I probably will make a lot of spelling mistakes and typos, but I have enough trouble with that anyway since most of the letters and numbers have worn off of my keyboard. At least I made an appearance today – without my pirate patch.

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MIRROR OF THE SOUL

Posted on April 17, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

Today is my second cataract surgery. The first went well and I’ve been able to see true color out of that eye and everything is much brighter. Now I can’t wait for the other eye to match up. Our vision is such an important part of our lives. Seeing things clearly makes all that we see, so much better. There is more to our vision than we even take time to think about.

Last week I felt quite proud of myself. I washed two of the kitchen windows n- inside and out. This is an accomplishment for me. I put off doing this chore last year because of the road construction going on outside our home. That work continues, but I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I took action. Washing two windows doesn’t sound like much, but I’m 80, so there’s that. Of course, the next day it rained, but it didn’t matter. Those windows are still cleaner than they were before, and it has opened up a whole new view of work that has to be done outside. When you get older, you learn to do some of these tasks little by little.

We grow so dependent on our eyes that we often take them for granted.  Right now, our landscape is painted white with snow, but there are other colors.  At this time of the year, when the sun begins to move closer to us, that golden orb is a welcome sight.  It pierces through the crystal atmosphere, creating diamonds across an alabaster landscape. Sometimes the light can be irritating as I try to come up with an idea for this morning’s post.  It cuts through my vision and even leaves me slightly blinded by its presence.

The sun’s power is incredible.  The warmth slices through the hanging glasslike stalactites turning them into little puddles on the ground.  They will soon succumb to the evening cold and refreeze for another day.  The glow of the sun also gives us hope that winter will soon end – that there is a new beginning, new life and promise of warm walks in the summer heat.

In a world of darkened by sin, our eyes crave the true Light a light which never goes out and sets us on the path to heaven.  Jesus is the Light of the World.  Through Him, we can identify the darkness of sin.  Through Him, we have a way out. Through His death and resurrection, we’re promised an eternity where there will be no more need for light, because God is our all-sufficient illumination.

Thank you, Lord, God, for the skill of my eye surgeon. Guide his hands today to restore my eyesight to where it should be. You alone are the great Physician and I rely on your constant care.  I thank you for opening my eyes completely to your grace. In Jesus name, I thank and praise you for your almighty power.  Amen

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SUFFICIENT GRACE

Posted on April 16, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

The following is a story of how we hang on to things that we learn as and how they carry over to adulthood.

I was about nine or ten, I guess.  We had just moved to the lowest level of a four-story apartment building.  My dad was now the custodian for the building we started in at the time of my baby sister’s birth.  That first apartment was on the top floor, and I have memories of the ice man coming to deliver ice for our refrigerator.  He’d start at floor One and by the time he reached us, the huge block of ice had dwindled down to half its size.  When we moved to the second floor, my sister locked me in the linen closet in our also locked bathroom.  A crew of Milwaukee’s finest firemen arrived to rescue us, but the only way in was a tiny window that led to the fire escape outside.  A gigantic fireman pushed the window open with his foot and managed to wiggle his way through, much to the chagrin of my sister who exploded into screams and tears.  He unlocked both doors and sent us out to our terrified mother who had nothing to say but, “Wait until your father gets home.”

During those years, we attended church services at an old Gothic German Lutheran Church.  German services were still held there in the 1950s, but we attended the service we could understand.  The edifice was magnificent.  The beauty of the inside of the sanctuary was as breath taking as the outside.  Pipes lined the wall in the choir loft to spread the joyful organ music to every inch of the place. At the front of the church was a statue of Christ ascending into heaven surrounded by cherubs.  The stained-glass windows each told a different story.  The ceiling had paintings on it as well.  There was so much eye candy for little eyes.  The pulpit was also beautifully crafted with stairs leading to the spot from which the pastor would deliver his sermon each week.  The pulpit was covered with more Gothic influence.  A canopy of sorts dwarfed the preacher as he spoke.  There was a particular Sunday when two little ones, sitting in the front row, were misbehaving.  The powerful voice of the pastor shouted for them to “STOP.”  It scared them into submission.

That incident set the stage for my life in that church.  Several years, and many Sundays went by and all that I heard from that little preacher with the big voice, was that I was doomed to a life in hell.  Fire and brimstone was the fare of the day.  For some reason, his final words were almost whispered as he said, “But, by the grace of God you are saved.”  I almost didn’t hear them.

It’s taken me years and years of struggling with my own self esteem issues and my feeling of my worthlessness to God, to overcome those words.  Today as I get closer to my 81st birthday, I realize that I wasted those years on self-pity and unworthiness.  We recently heard a powerful sermon on things we wish we would’ve known sooner.  It made me think of all the time of grace I had missed out on over so many years.  I had a relationship with God, with my church, with my family, but it was incomplete.  I have always felt in the back of my mind that I’m not worthy of God’s grace.  So often we go through the motions of worshipping, the rote of the liturgy, the memorized prayers, without actually thinking about them.  All the glory and beauty of a church doesn’t make a difference to God.  He knows our hearts.  When we strive for larger numbers in our congregations, it really doesn’t matter to Him either.  When we share His message with others, it does matter.  Anything that WE try to do is going to fall short of the glory and honor He deserves.  He has it all mapped out for each of our lives.  He loves us more than we can ever love back.  That’s what grace is – unconditional love.

You’re never too old to learn something you wish you had learned sooner in life.  I’m getting there.  Maybe that’s why I’m still alive.  I’m making up for lost time.  Thank you, Jesus for waiting for me to catch up.

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SPRING RAGE

Posted on April 15, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

A mass of melting snow trickles gently over rocks and crevices,

Weeping as the tears of God,

Hemorrhaging from each pore within the granite,

Shards of glasslike ice – intertwining, mingling, coexisting,

Fraternizing, socializing, coming together,

Churning and percolating over each nook and cranny,

Until what once was an insignificant  droplet,

Rages into an incomprehensible force.

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DEATH & TAXES

Posted on April 15, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

Woo hoo, it’s April 15th and time to get your taxes paid or receive a refund. I never did quite understand why we should be taxed on what we earned by actually working. It seems ludicrous in a way that the laborers of the country should be responsible for those who don’t. Ben Franklin wrote these familiar words to a friend when he was in his 80s, proving that he still maintained a sense of humor.

“Our Constitution is in actual operation. Everything appears to promise that it will last; but in this world nothing is certain but death and taxes.”

Those words don’t hold much hilarity today, especially when we see how out of hand our taxes are and how out of control government spending has become. We also know that death is a certainty. April 15th is Tax Day – a day which will bring fear to the strongest of us – a day we know is coming, but rarely plan for – a day that was instituted in 1913 when the sixteenth amendment was ratified.

It’s interesting to note that one year prior to this, on April 15, 1912, the Titanic sank when it hit an iceberg – losing 1500 souls in the process. There were more than 700 survivors who kept the memory of that fateful day until their own demise occurred. I have recurring dreams of being on that ship as it sank. Every time I see photographs or movies that recall the tragedy, I become very uncomfortable and anxious. It’s almost as if I was there on that “unsinkable” vessel. I don’t believe in reincarnation, but this dream is very disconcerting.

Back to the two dates coinciding – death and taxes are truly real and certain. God tells us to render to those who rule over us. We are to respect our government and pay what is required. Our death is also certain, but the payment for our sin has already been paid, by God’s own Son. By His death, we are assured of life everlasting and no more taxes.

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ONE WEEK CAN CHANGE EVERYTHING

Posted on April 14, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

Last Friday we meditated over the crucified Son of God as His arms stretched painfully upon a cross. His human life was being sucked from Him with the burden of our sins weighing heavily on His back. His final breath came. The earth shook. The temple curtain was cut in two, making it possible for all of us to go directly to His Father without intervention from a priest. The sinless Lamb of God was dead.

Easter Sunday came. We raised our voices in loud Halleluiahs and thanksgiving, because that same shell of a man, defeated the grave and came back to life. His life for ours. What a gift! What a treasure! What joy! A week has passed. The joy has been replaced with the same things that troubled us before we celebrated Easter. We continue to worry about things we have no control over. We descend into despair. We get edgy. We let the world get to us. Within such a short period of time, our joy has been erased by the turmoil around us, but now is the time we need to remember it the most.

We have just gone through the season of Lent, where we contemplated our sin, repented and turned it over to Jesus. We went through Holy Week starting with the triumphal entry into Jerusalem. The King of Kings entered the city on the back of the foal of a donkey. In deepest humility, he rode on to die. Then He gave His life on Good Friday. Within the Passion of Jesus. we witnessed praise, humility, anger, frustration, intense prayer, pain, suffering, betrayal and denial. We experienced some of those emotions ourselves as we walked through history with Jesus. Now, a week later, life goes on as usual.

In a way, we’ve prepared for this event for a long period of time, just like a special birthday or anniversary, an opening night, a letter from a publisher or good news from the doctor. The event occurs and then things return to the way they were. However, things are not the same. Jesus changed everything and He continues to do so, even today. With that in mind, we should be on fire to be like Him – to serve others – to share His amazing grace with others – to dedicate ourselves to Him with our talents and time – to treasure the outcome awaiting us in Heaven.

He is risen! He is risen INDEED!

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PEARLS OF TRUTH

Posted on April 13, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

There’s really nothing funny about getting older. The fact that you have become your mother isn’t really all that bad. You loved your mother, right? I know I did. She came to live in our home when she was my age. It was kind of a last resort. She’d been living in Florida for several years after marrying her second husband. During that time, she continued to suffer from back pain from many botched surgeries in her younger years. She watched her second husband pass away. She was always a vibrant woman in spite of all her physical ailments. The chronic pain was often masked by her laughter. She’d become dependent on pain killers, so it was a matter of “getting her clean,” when she first arrived.

When I look in the mirror today, I see her. I see the wrinkles in her face – her smile – her sense of humor – her love and compassion. I hope those are things that others see in me. As we walk through this journey called life, we can often get overwhelmed by our circumstances. Aging is definitely not for the faint of heart. That’s why I’m involved in a theatre troupe that focuses on aging with an open mind. My character’s name is Pearl, which is why I’ve chosen to go with the cartoon in this post.

We have no control over what happens to us physically, but we can teach ourselves to accept the things that happen to us both physically and mentally. Instead of working so hard on staying young – on curing old injuries – making new bodies out of worn-out ones – let’s start putting some humor back into our lives. It sure beats the alternative. While we’re at it, our attitude will often change the way we feel.

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DOWNSIZING, PURGING OR SPRING CLEANING?

Posted on April 12, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

Some folks call it Spring cleaning while others call it de-cluttering, downsizing or purging.  I call it hard work.  When we go through the memories of the past, or struggle over what to hang on to and what to get rid of, it should be a piece of cake, right? “Simplify,” they say.  “It’s only stuff.” or “you can’t take it with you.”  Very true, but to go through a lifetime of accumulated memories isn’t as easy as you’d think it should be.  There are the baby books of your children, countless photographs, things from Great Grandma’s dining room, dust covered and unused things that hold some value to us – often because they hold memories rather than monetary value.

Then there are the things of actual value – the accumulated words of poetry, fiction, stories and plays written.  The compilation of a lifetime of artwork.  Things that describe who we are and what we’ve accomplished. Does any of that really hold any true value? Sometimes it does. Watching Antiques Roadshow and Storage Wars, we see that much of our trash can be valuable to someone. It’s a matter of getting in touch with the right people at the right time.

We know our years are numbered. Our stuff will probably still be in the same place we left it when we die. Our kids will have the pleasure of getting rid of most of it, maybe making a few bucks off of it, or just toss it away. The fact is, we can’t take any of it with us, so why is it so hard for us to let go of it? Memories, like faded photographs of our ancestors, will get tossed in a box with no identification and only guesses who they might be. Purging can be cathartic, but it can also be painful.

Any change in life is difficult, but if we realize that God is in control of all of it, we should be relieved of any anxiety or fear about the future.  Even when everything is a little out of focus and unsure. Letting go of what’s behind us isn’t always easy, but how will we ever know the joys God has in store for us, unless we follow His lead.  He has promised to bring us safely to our final destination.

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SPRING HAS SPRUNG

Posted on April 11, 2023 by atimetoshare.me

Spring has sprung, the grass has riz
I wonder where the boidies is
The boidies are high in the sky
Dropping whitewash in my eye
I’m a good boy, I don’t cry
I’m just glad the cows don’t fly

I say this poem with great skepticism since I live in Minnesota and you never know what the weather is going to do. Last week we were in the 40s and this week we’re jumping up to the 80s. It’s enough to get us all revved up for gardening, cleaning up our yards, engaging in spring cleaning (skip that one) and new life popping up all around. When I see the crocuses beginning to push out of the ground, I know that spring is right around the corner, but who knows. We could be in the middle of another blizzard next week. The joys of living in the frozen Tundra.

All the cries about climate change mean nothing to those of us who endure 40 below zero temperatures for at least six months. Flannel is the choice of the day, with lots of sweaters, socks, crazy hats and gloves. Not to mention puffy coats and mukluks. (Google it if you don’t already know.) What we will see around here, as the temperature rises, is folks dressed in shorts and flip flops with down vests just in case.

I really can’t tell you why we live in this climate zone. I guess I just keep hoping the warming trend doesn’t take a hundred more years to get here. I’ll be dead by then and it won’t matter. In the meantime, I’ll sit back – breathe in the mold and pollen – wait to hear the sounds of road construction in my backyard – watch the feral cats, squirrels and birds – and ignore the dust collecting on my furniture.

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