Who knew I would be chosen by you? Who knew that our lives would blend into one With separate physical bodies, but tied together for a lifetime? Who knew you would become a man of integrity, a husband, a dad? You would spend life finding solutions for others through your work. You find the best in people and let them shine in this world. You find beauty in God’s creation and make beautiful art to capture it. You made a great life for me and our family. You never gave up when life threw lemons at you. You always looked to God for direction and answers. Who knew that the young man I fell in love with in my youth Would grow old with me – share my life – put me first – love me? Who decided before we even knew each other that you were meant for me? God knew!
One of the world’s greatest evangelists, Billy Graham, once said, “Our society strives to avoid any possibility of offending anyone, except God.” Not only did Mr. Graham have experience as a preacher, but he was a counselor to many presidents over the years and I think he knew a thing or two.
Our nation has become so politically correct that we have almost become numb to the evil that is insidiously wheedling its way into the fiber of our existence. It seems that nothing shocks anymore. We are exposed to corruption, scandal, violence, immorality, tolerance for just about any beliefs and behavior. We have been led into believing that anything goes and we need to be open to every opinion, action and belief except the One who created the World.
We as a nation have put God on the back burner. To many He simply doesn’t exist because He isn’t visible and there is nothing tangible to prove His existence. To some, they have made other things or beliefs into gods. Unfortunately, the God upon which our nation was founded, can’t even be spoken about in the political arena, the legal system, public schools, the entertainment business or sporting events without criticism – however, there seems to be an insistence that we tolerate every other god out there.
As Christians, we have been pushed aside and often are being persecuted for our beliefs. It’s really time for us to take a stand. Of course we can’t do that alone, because the ways of the world seem to be gaining more and more strength each day.
Lord, I know that you can conquer any evil that inhabits this planet. We, as your people, need to be strong and courageous again in our faith. Help us to stand up for you and your precepts. Give us the perseverance to uphold your truths. Even if we face ridicule or death, help us continue to keep you alive in a society that doesn’t seem to need you anymore. Your will be done. Amen.
No need to elaborate on Mark Twain’s quote, but we have just witnessed another State of the Union Address. President Biden appeared the most presidential we have seen for some time. The Peanut Gallery of Congressmen and women didn’t fail to amuse or tickle our funny bones. It wasn’t the Grammys, but I didn’t watch that either. After his opening remarks, we decided to switch channels to watch a movie called “The Grass Harp.” It was by far a wonderful story filled with love, memories, unfulfilled dreams and a cast of great actors. It took the edge off what would’ve been another review of another president and all those who support and don’t support him.
I know it’s important to stay informed, but when you live as long as I have, it’s just more of the same. I was born in 1942, during the presidency of Franklin D. Roosevelt. I was too young to know about politics, so it didn’t matter much to me who was or wasn’t the leader of the free world. Over my lifetime, I have seen fifteen men hold the office of president. There were the very charming and charismatic. There were military men with years of leadership experience. There were those who knew about world events and had traveled to those places. There were the meek, the weak, the powerful, the womanizers, those in the realm of business, the young and old. Quite a conglomeration of personalities, style, moxie and power. The first African American was also among them.
Every four years we put someone on that pedestal and hope that our needs will be fulfilled. Unfortunately, these people are just like the rest of us and yet far different at the same time. When President Trump gave his State of the Union Address, the Speaker of the House blatantly tore up her copy of his speech. Last night, was the scene of heckling, booing, and grown-ups acting like children. What has become of us as a nation? Do we resort to name calling, insults and backstabbing to settle our differences? What it boils down to is our insatiable desire to be better than each other.
I won’t go any further, or I’ll be accused of a posting a political rant. It just seems we’re never satisfied, no matter who is in office, and just think, it won’t be long before the next presidential election is on us. Praise our Almighty God, that He is in control – even in times of chaos and confusion.
Standing alone in a storm as wind tears through the trees is not only frightening but lacks wisdom. Our bodies grow tense, the adrenaline flows, and all our emotions can explode into crushing fear. The sea rages as waves crash against each other. Tree branches entangle and caress one another. A shot of electricity fills the sky as rumbles from the voice of God test your eardrums to make sure you’re paying attention. Clouds open and heavenly water hits the exposed skin of the earth. It swallows each drop with a thirst indescribable. The pores open and accept their satisfying drink. Your own skin is pounded by the tempestuous wind – hammered by the force of God’s tears – twisted by the unknown and unrelenting.
When pursued by the storms of life we react the same way. We tense up, we grow anxious, we lose faith, we may even give up. This is the time to turn to the Creator of the Universe. He alone controls the depth of the seas, the heights of the mountains, the volume of precipitation, the devastation that comes with a wind that is sent to clear out the remnants of what once was good, but now has withered and died.
PRAY! Talk to Him again. There is an open line of communication. We’re no longer bound by the wall established when man thought he knew better than God. Life changed then, but has once again been reversed. We have been restored, refreshed and renewed by the living water of Jesus, the true Son of God – true God and true Man.
Our storm has been calmed. Our life has returned. Our hope for a future has been re-established.
No, this photograph is not me, although I’ve been known to wear a clown nose. I’ve also worn a fake nose and glasses while driving through a McDonald’s Drive-thru. When I found this photo on the internet, I couldn’t help but relate. I’m afraid I am a hopeless comic. I’ve dreamed of doing stand-up comedy but am afraid I’d have to sit down. But seriously folks, I did get a chance to fulfill that item from my bucket list last year. It was part of of a performance by the theatre group I belong to called “Jewels of deNial.” This group gets together once a week to brainstorm ideas from our past and turn them into a comedic radio shows, which we then take to senior centers throughout our area. It’s kind of like sitting around the campfire telling stories and laughing. Sometimes those stories get embellished and lead to more laughter.
As most of you know, my philosophy is that we can get through almost every situation if we look for the funny in it. That doesn’t mean we go around laughing at everything, but it does raise some eyebrows and cause snide remarks from those who don’t get the joke. The idea of laughing at everything isn’t always the best way to chase away the blues, but it sure beats sitting around feeling sad all the time. God did not create us to be anxious or depressed. So, I’ll finish today’s post with a poem.
The majority of my posts this week have dealt with aging. I’ve tried to interject some humor into the whole thing, but there isn’t really anything funny about growing old. Our bodies have passed the expiration date, our senses have taken leave of their senses – our faces resemble the lines on a crumpled-up road map – our brains seem to be on vacation. Did I say there was nothing funny about aging? All of the prior statements are really quite hilarious.
There are days when I wake up thinking of all things I might accomplish and get so tired just thinking about them, I decide to go back to sleep. I might wake up feeling like an empty vessel with nothing left to give. Do you ever have days like that? Thirty years ago, I was entering middle age. It’s been downhill ever since. \I’ve had the last several years to ponder what will happen next. Will I still serve a purpose? Will my body agree with that purpose? Will I be able to get out of bed? These are real questions I put to myself every day. It’s a dilemma we’ve all been facing from adolescence on. As hormones rage and life presents new ideas, adventures and looking forward, we’re just getting started on the aging journey. With the onset of the seventies, thoughts no longer dwell on the future, but more on the past. As we enter the golden years, all of those earlier hopes and dreams feel like unfinished business. Speaking of which, I’m 80 years old and don’t have a living will, a will for my demise, or the will to write either of them. I don’t have a prepaid funeral, but because my husband’s father was a funeral director, I do have a place to be buried. There are many things yet to do before God calls me home, but the one thing needful is the undeserved love of my LORD and Savior, Jesus.
So, is there anything good about growing old? Yes, there is! We’re getting one step closer to our heavenly home. We can still contribute to society with our opinions and wisdom. We can reach out to young people who are just beginning their journey and encourage them to press on. We can relax a lot. and sleep a lot. Those are the extra benefits that come with aging. There are many, many more. How do you feel about getting old? For me, it doesn’t matter what each day brings. God has this and He knows what’s best for all of us.
“Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” Psalm 23:6
February is the shortest month of the year, so we tend to pack as much stuff into it as we can. Right off the bat, we have Groundhog Day on February 2nd – a day, which has for over a hundred years become the worshipping of a rodent. The poor thing has been disturbed from his winter slumber to see or not to see his shadow. The Super Bowl game continues to be played in February. We sit back and enjoy the gladiators tear each other apart on this day, like they once did in Rome. We gather for parties to celebrate this activity and become part of the event – especially when “our” team wins. Back in the 1960s, a group of British musicians, with bowl styled haircuts, arrived in New York to meet a crowd of swooning teenagers. In mid-February, we have Valentine’s Day, which provides the candy and flower industry with the bulk of their yearly profits. Do you see a pattern here? February is packed with idols.
March will come soon enough. We can probably expect another six weeks of winter, because we live in Minnesota. In fact, we can probably expect another 3 months of it. The Super Bowl will produce an outstanding contest and some funny commercials, but the day after, will be just like any other day for most of us. Some new rock icon will undoubtedly come on the scene and capture the hearts of unsuspecting teenagers, but they too will fall by the wayside in time. As far as Valentine’s Day is concerned, I believe that day should extend throughout the year.
We as a nation have changed some over the years, but it’s interesting how we have a tendency to turn to things of this world for enjoyment or comfort. We have no problem putting these events or people on a pedestal, but it seems so difficult for some to believe in the One true God. Maybe it seems too simple minded to some or they want something tangible. The Old Testament Israelites had a habit of doing that too. God wants us to enjoy our lives. He doesn’t want us to suffer. His love is shown in so many ways and still we rely on worldly things to give us pleasure. Instead, turn your worship to the One who created all things. He is the only One who gives life meaning and purpose. He is the One who never changes. He is in control.
LORD, I ask you to continue to be the hope of my life. You are the only awesome God – the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. Let me always place my trust in you. Amen!
Every year, as a senior citizen having a wellness check, you’re asked, “Do you feel safe at home?” I guess I never thought about it until I was asked. Up until then I felt pretty safe no matter where I was. Now, after being asked over and over again, I’m beginning to wonder. I’ve taken to being more cautious walking through a house full of roadblocks. I try to avoid falling by staying away from anything that would cause that – like stairs, slippery sidewalks, not eating expired food and things like that. I’ve also taken to watching out the window of my house at what I used to think as a safe neighborhood and wonder if I’m living in the middle of a drug cartel – a house of ill repute or one slowly becoming a refuge for homeless folks.
What happened to those days when we didn’t think about locking our doors? Why do we have to worry about being swindled online or through some scam phone call? Does getting old mean you naturally start worrying about things like that – or are we being brainwashed into thinking that aging is the first step into a nursing home or a mental institution? Aging used to be an accomplishment. The elderly used to hold a place of respect and honor. We were supposed to become sage adults with great wisdom. Now, if you can remember four words that were spoken to you at the beginning of your medical exam, you’re suddenly a genius. If not, look out. You’re on the road to memory loss. As far as feeling safe, most of the time, we seem to be invisible, so we shouldn’t fear anything.
This journey through life should not depend on our feeling safe, or needing hearing aids, new hips, knees or teeth. It should be a time of rest and retirement, but that I don’t think it usually works out that way. Instead we are constantly talking about medical issues, what pills we take or how many bowel movements we have. Like I said earlier this week, aging is overrated.
“I’m at an age when my back goes out more than I do.” Phyllis Diller
Aging is my topic for the week and to tell you the truth, the whole thing is getting me depressed. An old adage says, “They shoot old horses, don’t they?” As I searched for an image for this post, all I could find were pictures of sickly old horses and that depressed me even more. Instead, I opted for the antique rocking horse. That doesn’t mean I consider myself an antique, but by all rights, all things over the age 50 are deemed as such.
In ancient times, people lived well into their 300’s. God’s reason was for man to be fruitful, multiply and fill the earth. I am eternally grateful that the world has filled up and there is no need to be fruitful and multiply anymore. I can’t imagine myself changing diapers at age 245 or sending my kids off to college at 263. The average life expectancy for women in America is 81. That means I’ve got about 4 months left, but who’s counting? So where am I going with all this? I think we need a lot of years to get our act together. For some of us, it takes longer to figure that out than others.
Old age comes with its plusses and minuses. As for the benefits – you can get a senior discount at most places you shop or eat. People offer you a seat if you look tired or weakly enough. They may even let you go ahead of them in line. You may get faster service at the clinic than you do from a store clerk. The world has had the pleasure of your company for a long time, so you are now labeled as “wise” rather than impetuous.
On the negative side – you leave the room on a quest and forget what it was by the time you get there. You’re tagged as “hot,” but it’s not because of the way you look. You finally get your act together and realize your body is falling apart. You can still laugh at your circumstances, but your smile is full of empty spaces. When you get down on your knees to pick something up, you better think of more than one thing to do while you’re down there. Take advantage of the little things in life, because now you aren’t sure which pill is for what. Your life consists of MRIs, Cat Scans, Biopsies, and constant trips to the bathroom, not to mention a datebook that’s filled with doctor appointments.
We all know we’re getting older. That leads us to only one truth – we’re going to die. So, we need to spend each second of life, trusting that God is going to use us for His purpose. We can also be confident that life doesn’t end for those who believe in God. He has a whole new blueprint etched out for us on the other side of eternity. While we wait for that second chance, remember that old age is inevitable if we live long enough. Is that “wise” or what? Eleanor Roosevelt out it this way.
“Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.”
My weekly planner looks like I’ve become very popular lately. There’s an appointment for almost every day of the week, and my doc assures me that all my numbers are normal. Well, “normal” takes on a whole new meaning when you get on the “Specialist” train. It starts with one thing, which leads to another and eventually, like a much-desired dance card, your planner is full. I’ve seen the orthopedic surgeon, who administered a cortisone shot. Today, I get my Dexa scan, which for an 80-year-old woman, looks pretty good. Eye exam is scheduled for the next week and Urologist for a follow-up after that. Isn’t it funny how when you call the urologist’s office, they always tell you to hold?
Aging is a state of mind – I keep telling myself. Anyone without a sense of humor shouldn’t even consider it. My husband and I have been together since we were thirteen years old. We managed to stay married for almost 59 years and if it weren’t for our ability to laugh, we would’ve given uo a long time ago. We decided to grow old together, which we soon discovered, we have no control over. In fact, there’s not much we have control over anymore, including our bladders.
I keep storing up more material for our senior radio show. Growing old is funny just by itself. I don’t need to add much to the situations, like closed captioning, misinterpretation of unheard words spoken by my husband, and silly questions that have nothing to do with anything. Memory is failing, and the moments we do remember happened two generations ago. Therefore, they have no relevance in today’s world. So, I continue to laugh. People may think I have a screw loose and they could be right. Although, according to my medical team, I’m going to live for a long time. Watch out world.
PSALM 37:25 ESV – “I have been young, and now am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken or his children begging for bread.”
Shortened days – lack of sunlight, Fields are white and streets now glazed, In the icy silence of a stolen breath, Through wild anticipation of lost moments soon remembered, Anxiously we wait for one who promised He would come.
In a manger – in a stable – gently laid upon the hay, His return will be in glory, as a king he will arrive, Through his power and his wisdom, he will judge and cast away, All the evil and deception of the one whose only drive, Is to make an interruption in the path we’ve chosen.
Light in darkness – sweet redemption – all my sins He melts away, He brings life from deep depression – cradling in His arms each day. In darkest hours I make confession of my guilt – I bare it all, He forgives and grants me healing – He is there to take the fall, I know He will always catch His dear children.
Frozen landscapes soon are hidden. Only pastures green remain, He will lead me by still waters ’til He comes to earth again, No fear of death will e’er surround me. I know it cannot sting me now, I’ve given him my one possession – to Him my life I do endow, Take me, oh Lord and use me to thaw hearts to find your gentle warmth.
Worry seems to be part of our human nature. It’s interesting to me that animals don’t seem to carry that trait, and what a blessing for them. I mean, they have to find a warm place to sleep when it gets cold. They need to find food when they’re hungry. If the climate changes, they adapt to a new way of life. Still, not one of them has to worry about those things. They just do what needs to be done. As part of the human race, I tend to be a worrier. As a mother, that makes me twice the worrier. As a woman, I feel an extra measure of worry is built into our DNA. However, Jesus told His followers not to worry about anything. Come to Him and lay your burdens on His shoulders.
Sounds easy – right? It should be easy as pie to turn our worries over to someone else, but it doesn’t naturally work that way. Instead, we try to find a solution on our own. Maybe that comes from having a free will and a mind of our own, but we have a resource that gives us permission to let it go. Surrender is never easy, however. Our pride gets in the way. Our determination and wherewithal tell us that we should be able to handle whatever life throws at us, without help from anyone else.
When the Creator of all things invites us to turn things over to Him, He gives us a blessing beyond our wildest imagination. No, that doesn’t mean He’s a genie in a bottle, ready to endow us with whatever we wish, but what He gives is far greater than anything we want. Since He is the One who made each and every creature (including us) it’s a pretty good sign that He will deliver.
Waiting until all else fails to pray, is not the answer. Going to God immediately with your concerns, your troubles, your decisions, whatever – will open doors you may never have dreamed of. Prayer can also be answered in dramatic ways with instant results. Most of the time, that doesn’t happen. We don’t have the wisdom or foresight to look into the future. God does. In fact, He has already planned the course for our lives. There may be prayers that go unanswered, because God knew they were not the right thing for you. There are prayers that come back with a giant “NO!” or a “MAYBE LATER.” Just remember that God loves you and wants only what’s best for you. He has complete control over the course of our lives and when the answer is, “YES!” you will have the comfort and peace of knowing it.
We don’t possess the ability to hear God’s voice or to know exactly what He wants for us, but the peace that comes with His plans are always for our benefit. He encourages us to pray. He speaks to us daily through His Holy Word. We can see evidence of His existence in the majesty of creation. He loves us more than we know. He is always with us. He laid down His life for all. Don’t wait until nothing else works. PRAY NOW!
“And this is the confidence that we have toward him, that if we ask anything according to his will he hears us.” 1 John 5:14 ESV
When I was a child, I was taught to pray – Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord, my soul to take. Amen! After this simple prayer I would ask God’s blessings on all my family members, the pets, grandmas, grandpas and aunts and uncles. I might also include someone that I had a problem with that day. Things have changed since those innocent days of youth.
Now my prayer list is getting so long, I often fall asleep before I’ve completed all the of them. The older you get, the more folks you need to pray for. There are those with serious illnesses, those who need God in their life to make it complete, those who have strayed from Him, those who feel life isn’t worth living anymore. There are the aged, the young adults starting their families, the teens who face unheard of stress and temptation and the children who are depending on good examples in their lives. God invites us to talk to Him and it is good to go to Him with our troubles, but we should also go to Him when things are going well and give Him the thanks He deserves.
Dear, Lord, it’s a privilege to come to you in prayer. Your Son made that possible, by shedding His blood for me, a sinner. Thank you for giving us an open line to you at any time of the day or night. Even my inadequate words are interpreted, through your Holy Spirit, in the right way. You control every inch of my existence. Amen!
Prayer was important to Jesus. He would often escape to a quiet place to talk with His Father. His time was limited, because of the big following He was gaining, but that didn’t stop Him. The disciples saw their rabbi going off to pray and, wanting to follow His example, they asked Him for a “how to lesson.
“How should we pray,” is really a prayer in itself. How many times have we gone into prayer with just that question? We can’t find the words. We stumble over the ones we say. We feel unworthy or selfish. That is when we should rely on God’s intervention to give us the right words. The Bible tells us that the Holy Spirit will intercede on our behalf with groans too deep for us to understand or say.
Jesus gives us a perfect example of how to pray. This is one of those prayers we learned as children and used throughout our lives. Often, because we know it by rote, we just recite the words without really thinking about them. This prayer is rich in praise, petitions and thanksgiving. In the opening sentence He shows that we have the same family rights that He did to go directly to His Father in prayer. “Our Father.” He reveals His respect for His Fater and His name and kingdom. He speaks of God’s will eing fulfilled on earth as it is in heaven. Then He confidently presents His petitions. “Give us this day, our daily bread. Forgive us our sins as we forgive others. Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. The prayer ends with thanksgiving, as all prayer should.
As Jesus was casting out demons, a member of the crowd questioned the fact that only the chief of demons could do such a thing, a well remembered phrase was uttered by our Savior. He said, “Every kingdom divided against itself is laid waste, and a divided household falls.” This idea has been penned by many through the ages, including Abraham Lincoln’s, “A house divided against itself cannot stand.”
How true is that today? We see it in our own political scene as division. It’s apparent in families and in churches also. It is occurring all across the country. Family members fighting over insignificant issues; friendships and relationships falling apart because of false witness; and courts, leadership and law enforcement losing our respect. Churches even struggle over things that have nothing to do with the salvation of the flock, and often lead to hard feelings and anger.
The real basics of prayer is wrapped up in our relationship with God, our relationship to each other and how we should forgive. It also leads us to follow the laws of God, written in the Bible, even though Christ has come to fulfill all of them. If you are new to prayer, remember this. God already knows what’s in our hearts. He knows what we need and what is best for us. He is in control of the whole course of our lives.
I had a cortisone shot yesterday. I’ve been nursing a bad knee and hip since I was released from the hospital in November 2022. I was only allowed a shot in the knee, because I have to make a separate appointment for other body parts. Well, I was amused by that, thinking you have to have a separate appointment for each body part? I’d be returning every other week! Anyway, I was happily surprised to have almost instant results. I was able to sleep almost through the night for the first time in a long time. I woke up at about 4 AM and my mind was swimming. Dreams often make way for creative expression, so I usually pay attention.
I was dreaming about my marriage and all the turmoil we’ve been through the last recent years. I reverted to my memory bank to discover we have had a very interesting marriage, but when we go through trials, we often change the way we become as human beings. Paul and I have known each other since we were 13 years old. That’s 63 years, if my old Math serves me. For each step of our relationship, we’ve managed to find humor in almost every situation. Now, the situations aren’t as funny anymore. I used to think it would be so romantic to grow old together. I didn’t realize these new struggles could lack anything humorous, but I realize that the minute I let that happen, my joy gets sucked out of me. I decided to talk to God about that very thing. So, I spent the next couple hours praying about it. The prayer reminded me that I can talk to God anytime. Jesus made that possible with the price he paid for our salvation. I can open my heart to Him, because He knows what I’m going through. He has the blueprint of my life right in front of Him. He created the plan and supplements or takes away as He sees fit. In other words, He’s in control.
Those thoughts kept me awake for a couple hours. Like I said, we’ve always seemed to find humor even in the difficult times. When you’ve endured a three-year pandemic along with a yearlong struggle with health issues for both of us, I realized that this is our new normal — so we have to make the best of it. Our struggles are no worse than anyone else’s so we should be grateful for them. I went back to sleep feeling somewhat relieved – maybe it was the shot, but I think it was that conversation I had with my Creator. He knows what we need to put the frolicking back into our lives. He really sets the record straight and helps us find our joy again. When you need an attitude adjustment, turn to the One who is a master at it.
“To be a Christian without prayer is no more possible than to be alive without breathing.”
My maternal grandmother was a child in the late 1800s. She had a pioneer spirit. much like the matriarch, in the series {“1923”) Cara Dutton (played by Helen Mirren.) My grandma even had snow white hair which she braided into a bun. She was feisty, hardworking, patient, loving and a child of God. This amazing woman endured the loss of five of her children (at young ages) along with the bedridden life of her husband and finally his death. She was tough as nails when it came to getting her chores done. I remember one instance where she cut her toe on the lawn mower and instead of going inside to tend to it, she stuck her foot in a container of turpentine for relief. She milked cows, raised a vegetable garden, loved planting and tending flowers. She made the best homemade bread ever and would get up very early to do so. She was kind of like the Proverbs 31 woman we read about.
This special lady died at the age of 78. By that time, she had cut that long hair, sold much of the farmland and settled quietly into old age. She died peacefully even though her life was not one to write home about. Even in her darkest hours, she never failed to turn to God for help and answers to her prayers. Before they had indoor plumbing, she would sit in the outhouse and pray. Later on, she’d go to the woods to talk with God. Her prayer closet moved around a lot, but she always found the time and place to communicate with her heavenly Father.
How often do you pray? I had to ask myself that question and to be honest, I’ve never timed myself, the truth is God doesn’t have an appointed time to receive our prayer. He’s available 24/7 and we can talk freely to Him. Jesus made that possible for us. The line of communication has been opened and we have a direct link to Him. A prayer closet is a good idea, if you want to be alone in your prayer time, but you can achieve the same affect by closing your eyes, bowing your head and talking to Him. Keeping a prayer journal might be helpful as well. No matter where you pray, God hears you. He loves you so much, He makes time for your conversation. That makes it even easier for us to approach him.
“Any concern too small to be turned into a prayer is too small to be made into a burden.” –
As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension.
I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog.
I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ.
My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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