As Christians, we’re told to trust God in all situations – to carry our burdens to Him – to be still and know that He is God. That sounds almost like a copout – like the easy way out of a situation. It isn’t so easy to do though, is it? We go through life trying to fulfill certain goals – build relationships – help people – do the right thing – be all that we can be, but when push comes to shove, we think we should be able to handle whatever on our own.
If someone told you that they would take all your troubles on their own shoulders, wouldn’t that be a wonderful offer? How could we resist such a great deal. God makes that promise to us every single day and still we try to muddle through the muck alone. The devil is a sneaky creature when it comes to getting into our heads. He uses our weaknesses to maneuver our thinking as well as our actions. He wants us to believe that we’re foolish to trust in someone we can’t see
I came across the lyrics to a Christina Aguiler song called, “It’s Not Easy Loving Me.” The words really fit when it comes to our relationships with others, but even more so when it comes to our connection to God. I don’t think it was written with that intention, but our first Love should be God and the rest will fall into place.
It’s not so easy lovin’ me It gets so complicated All the things you gotta be Everything’s changin’ But you’re the truth I’m amazed by all your patience Everything I put you through
And when I’m about to fall Somehow you’re always waiting With your open arms to catch me You’re gonna save me from myself From myself, yes You’re gonna save me from myself Oh, yeah
Don’t ask me why I’m cryin’ ‘Cause when I start to crumble You know how to keep me smilin’ You always save me from myself From myself, myself You’re gonna save me from myself
I know it’s hard, it’s hard But you’ve broken all my walls You’ve been my strength, so strong
And don’t ask me why I love you It’s obvious your tenderness is what I need to make me A better woman to myself To myself, myself You’re gonna save me from my, myself
Today, resolve to let God take the reins in your life. He has promised to carry your burdens and He will. Instead of turning into yourself for healing, turn to the One who created you and your uniqueness. He is more powerful, more intelligent, more available than anyone or anything else you could ask for in time of need.
“Though I walk in the midst of trouble,you preserve my life; you stretch out your hand against the wrath of my enemies, and your right hand delivers me.” Psalm 138:7 ESV
I was born on June 19, 1942. I looked up the day to see which day of the week it was, and I was born on a Friday. If you’re old enough to remember the old nursery rhymes, the poem “Monday’s Child,” was designed to help children learn the order of each day of the week. When I was younger and learning these rhymes, I had a tendency and still do, to wonder about such things. Who makes up these words? Here is the poem in its entirety.
Monday’s child is fair of face, Tuesday’s child is full of grace, Wednesday’s child is full of woe, Thursdays child has far to go, Fridays child is loving and giving, Saturday’s child works hard for his living, And the child that is born on the Sabbath day Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay;
“Thursday’s child has far to go.” I suppose this could be because the week is almost over and it seems like the end is finally near, but it will return again next week. It might have to do with not being able to accomplish what we set out to do on Monday. Maybe Mother Goose simply couldn’t think of anything else to write that rhymed. The fact that I wonder about such things, gives one pause.
Some folks like to analyze these old verses. For example, some believe that Thursday’s child might be the child with special needs. Some think that it refers to the obstacles children run into during the week and by Thursday, they’re ready to throw in the towel. David Bowie and Reeves Gabrels wrote the music and lyrics for
Thursday was one of the most difficult days for our Lord, Jesus. On that day of Holy week His Holy Supper was instituted. He discussed His coming death, behaved like a servant and washed His disciples’ feet – foretold the betrayal of one disciple and the denial of another – prayed to the point of sweating blood in the garden where He often went to pray – replaced a man’s ear without surgery – was arrested for preaching the truth – was accused of blasphemy, placed before a kangaroo court and treated brutally by his accusers.
Most of us will never experience such suffering. Our days may have ups and downs, but they will be nothing like the Thursday of Holy Week. When we arrive at the end of our week, let’s be reminded of the great cost paid for our redemption. Because of Jesus love, we all have the promise of being full of grace. Heaven is waiting for those who believe that the price for our ransom has been paid by God Himself.
Life is like a roller coaster sometimes, isn’t it? You reach peaks throughout your journey and suddenly find yourself in the pits. I feel a little like Forest Gump this morning. I never have liked roller coasters. In fact, the idea of climbing those tracks to reach the top is more than just scary. There is the occasional bump along the way – the anticipation as to what’s on the other side – and then the excitement and fitfulness when you plunge back down to the bottom. There are the detours, the hiccups, the roadblocks and the downright tragedies that occur on that very roller coaster we call living. When we reach the end, we’re so glad that it’s over, anything looks better. We just want to get off.
It seems as though our lives have been subject to such ups and downs, twists and turns, joys and fears for the past few years. A worldwide pandemic turned joyful faces into masked marauders. Isolation turned extroverts into introverts. Anxiety and depression became the moods of the day. As we return to normal, we discovered that normal isn’t normal anymore. We don’t have a clue as to what’s normal.
Aging is like that too. With retirement we find a new way of living. If we’ve saved and prepared for it, we have many choices for adventure. If you’re living day to day on Social Security income alone, you soon find out that your working life isn’t over. To top it off, your body is falling apart. You aren’t capable of doing what you did at age 30. The roller coaster is now on a fast track to the end.
What does God have to say about this dilemma? Looking at Psalm 40, I found some encouragement in the entire Psalm, but particularly in verses 1-3.
I waited patiently for the Lord; he inclined to me and heard my cry. 2 He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure. 3 He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the Lord.
We are bound to face challenges each day. Man’s self-destruction occurred in the Garden of Eden when our first parents ate from the forbidden tree – but take heart. Our God loves us so much that He sent His only begotten Son to pay the price for our sin. We’ll still have a rough ride from time to time, but there will be plenty of times to enjoy the ride.
I must admit, I didn’t tune in to the Queen’s funeral. For the past few months, I’ve been trying to stay away from current events and the news. Our world is filled with so much bad reporting, false news and stories of hate, violence and crime, that it’s enough to depress the average guy. When you’re going through your own trials, the last thing you need is all that extra baggage. I do remember when she became the Queen of England though, and how beautiful she was. I was a child of ten at the time of her coronation.
As her reign lasted for 70 years, she witnessed changes in our ever-changing world – wars, technology, the coming and going of many political and world leaders. The inventions during that time period have been immense and she experienced all of them. She always stated that she was chosen by God to be the Queen of England and that she would devote her life to Him and her subjects. She did. She often spoke of giving our hearts to Jesus. She wept at her husband’s funeral and saw the passing of many public figures – an amazing woman.
What surprised me most was a conversation she recently was said to have had with an acquaintance. She supposedly said, “I wish Jesus would come back in my lifetime, because I would place my crown at his feet.” Such a tribute to her Savior. Now she is with Him and has given Him that very throne, which she borrowed for so many years.
MAY YOU REST IN OUR SAVIOR’S STRONG ARMS, DEAR QUEEN ELIZABETH II
Well, the word for today is “ARGH,” because it’s “Talk Like a Pirate Day.” Who doesn’t like Pirates? Other pirates, I guess, along with those they pillage and plunder. The kind of pirate I’m talking about is the Errol Flynn or Johnny Depp, who portrayed the adventurous life of a pirate with all the swashbuckling and rum swilling. Whenever I did plays with kids, one of the favorites was a pirate play. I imagine it’s because of the adventure and complete drama of those stories. It could be attributed to walking the plank or hobbling around on one leg or using a hook to carve your meat. Whatever it is, it still draws us in. So, to all ya wannabee pirates out there, be spending the day talking like one – or wearing a patch over yer eye – or searching fer buried treasure – or wearing a parrot on yer shoulder – or doing other piraty things. I highly recommend it for a fun diversion. You might get a chuckle out of these cartoons too.
My word for the day is “Theatricalizing.” This is what I do. I am a theatricalizer – or a Thespian – a playwright -a performer – an actor – and old to boot. This has been my chosen profession for most of my 80 years. I’m now involved with a group of 55+ theatricalizers. The group started about three years ago, right before the pandemic hit and sent most elderly people into isolation. I also happen to be one who enjoys her alone time, so that part of the pandemic didn’t bother me. We then discovered this new-fangled technology called Zoom. For the first year we met online and shared ideas on how to implement some of the problems the elderly face as they enter and go through the aging process. There’s much more funny material in that process than most of us going through it think there is. The fact that we can laugh at our own failures, lack of strength, disintegrating bodies and all the health issues that go along with it, was the impetus for our creative venture.
We wrote a series of episodes with characters named Ruby, Pearl, Crystal and Jade. All of these comprise our current company along with our new director. We haven’t yet named her, but you can bet she will be named for some gem. The Jewels of deNial is the name of our troupe. We do our show as if it were a live radio broadcast, which allows us to use a script while still having the ability to act it out. Our latest episode is about Medical Mishaps. We’ve all endured going to the ER. Maybe some have traveled by ambulance. Then there’s the long wait in the ER and the many forms which must be filled out while you’re bleeding profusely or half dead. The nursing staff, the medical team, the joys of being on a ward and sharing a room with three whackos is part of this adventure. It becomes so heightened that Pearl, Ruby and Crystal stage a breakout.
There are many of you out there that have had similar misadventures regarding the health care realm. The various pills and the inability to open the bottles – the boxed colonoscopy sent through the mail – the failed attempts at staying fit – and many more such situations occur in this episode. The greatest part of it is that we are given an opportunity to continue doing what we love as we age. We’ve been taking our show on the road and presenting it at various senior centers, assisted living venues and at our home base theatre right here in Minnesota. We’ve been received with a great amount of laughter for the relatable humor, and we benefit also by the roar of the crowd.
Psalm 92-12-15 “The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon. They are planted in the house of the Lord; they flourish in the courts of our God. They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green, to declare that the Lord is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
I love exploring unusual words and I particularly love the way some words sound as they roll off the tongue. The old English language is especially poetic and probably why many people use the King James version of the Bible. This language, though sometimes difficult to understand, has a lyrical tone – a not-so-often used – is reserved for special occasions and is set apart from the common language. It makes it seem more important and worthy of the One who is speaking it.
The word, “Withersoever” is used 35 times in various versions of the Bible. It is defined as “Wherever.” We tend to shorten beautiful words in the English language, which I believe gives them less power. When someone pledges their faithfulness, they might say, “Whithersoever thou goest, there will I follow. The formality of the word makes it sound official, doesn’t it? Words are used to communicate ideas, needs, plans, solutions and countless other reasons. To attach a whithersoever to a sentence would probably raise a few eyebrows today, but that’s because we tend to shorten a lot of words simply to save time,. Someday “whithersoever.” might become WSE in text language.
I personally read the ESV Bible for easier reading, but there’s something about the King James Version that seems to set it apart and gives it the honor it deserves. Therefore, whithersoever thou goest today, knowest that the King of Glory is at your side to guide thee through the outermost wanderings both hither and yon.
The king’s heart is in the hand of the LORD, as the rivers of water: he turneth it whithersoever he will. Proverbs 2:1
This week I’m looking at words we don’t use very often, but they have a profound impact, nonetheless. Now that I mention it, the word “nonetheless” doesn’t get used on a daily basis either, but I’ll save that for another day. The word “tempestuous” stirs thoughts of chaos and things getting so out of control that we don’t know how to handle them. The storms of life are to be expected, but why do they always come at the same time? Why does it seem so difficult to navigate through them? Where is the captain of the ship? I actually wonder about that last statement. The captain is usually carousing with the passengers, so who is at the helm?
We don’t plan for disasters. We don’t look forward to financial problems. We aren’t ready to leap tall buildings in a single bound, but so often we expect to do so. Instead of waiting for something to happen, we must be proactive in the process. We can wait for the proverbial rescue, but unless we do something, chances are the answers will slip right past us without our even recognizing them. God gives us most of the necessary solutions through His Word, the Bible. He has also given us a brain, so that we can work through these things with His help.
The real guide for living comes in our daily communion with the greatest Navigator ever. So, forget about the weather channel and look to the skies.
“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[b] 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
The image of Emmett Kelly is what I remember most about the circus clowns of the old days. Emmett expressed the epitome of maudlin. Maudlin describes itself as self-pity, over sentimental and often tearful. Later in my life, clowns took on a whole new image and instead of being funny, they became scary and evil. Emmett made us laugh with his apparent sadness – now clowns have become an evil force. Isn’t it funny how things change over time? The things that once were fun and safe have been corrupted and become just the opposite.
The word “maudlin” popped into my head this morning. Maybe it’s because of circumstances going on in my life right now. Maybe self-pity is creeping into my head and making a sad clown out of me. Tears can fall at any moment, and they usually do. There are times when we must put on a mask to cover the pain behind it. There are moments when we are required to be strong in adversity, but the only way to do that is to create a different face. There are days that we would rather crawl back into bed and forget about the rest of the week. Certainly, God doesn’t want that for us. Yet having experienced humanity Himself through His Son, Jesus, He knows what those maudlin emotions can lead to. Words like depression, anxiety, stress, hopelessness, suicidal thoughts might soon follow..
Jesus willingly took all our burdens, our worries, our maudlin thoughts to the cross and buried them in the tomb. When He rose again, His mission on earth was accomplished. He defeated death and the devil and gives us all the hope of a perfect destination after this one.
PSALM 56:8-11 “You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book? Then my enemies will turn back in the day when I call. This I know, that God is for me.In God, whose word I praise, in the Lord, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I shall not be afraid. What can man do to me?”
One of the most dramatic photographs that appeared right after the destruction in New York on September 11, 2001, shows the skeletal remains of the Twin Towers . The towers are silhouetted in the midst of smoke, ash and death. Today we’ll talk about that day. Many young children won’t remember. Even young adults will not relate to this event, because it isn’t often reflected upon in schools. The memory is still very fresh in the minds of those who lost loved ones – families of first responders – a city filled with dense and rancid ash – but, like what happened at Pearl Harbor, it must be remembered by all Americans.
Our freedom was attacked by terrorists. They somehow breached the system and were able to crush lives and the spirit of loyalty to country in just a short time. How could such a thing happen in the USA? The war on terrorism ensued and more lives were lost. Over the last twenty-one years, this event changed our mission statement. We grew further and further away from our Creator, when we needed Him the most. With a worldwide pandemic happening only nineteen years later, it was just another blow to our faith in government – our relationships – our patriotism – our God. It seemed our world was changing so much in that short period of time. Events seemed to be turning upside down. Respect for law enforcement – lack of taking responsibility for our actions – people were now isolated from friends and churches. It seemed we were falling backwards rather than pushing forward with the American dream.
I pray that our nation remembers the cost of our freedom. I pray that we return to God as a nation. I pray that we don’t need another wakeup call, but I fear that might be the only way we return to our only hope in life. Patriotist was born out of faith in God. Let’s not forget Him either.
Psalm 91:1-2 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”
When we first moved into our new, old house, I discovered I was spending a lot of time on my knees. The old farmhouse we chose to inhabit had been restored and most of the interior structural work was done. All the walls were freshly painted, new cupboards installed, windows replaced. It was ready for us to move in. There was still the general maintenance of getting into a prayer position to clean both old and new wood floors. I’ve always scrubbed floors, by getting into a kneeling position, but these 80-year-old knees are having a difficult time doing so these days.
In the winter months I would sometime find myself on my knees while taking the dog outside. Sliding across the snow and eventually falling into it was a common occurrence. After a few years I finally went to see an orthopedic doctor in hopes of bringing some relief to my aching knees. He indicated that my x-ray showed the knees of a seventeen-year-old. I asked him if he had the right x-ray. After a cortisone shot, they felt better, but the thought of getting down on my knees has taken a back seat lately.
When I reach heaven, I will have a new body and won’t need to worry about my seventeen-year-old knees. I will continue to have conversations with God on a regular basis, but then I will be able to meet Him face to face.
Going through the ritual of getting down on my knees to pray has become a moment-to-moment conversation with God. I guess it doesn’t really matter to Him what position we take when we pray as long as that conversation continues on a regular basis. We often say our prayers in rote, and they lose so much of their actual meaning. When we rattle off certain prayers without really thinking about it, they become worthless words and meaningless action in God’s eyes. We aren’t getting much out of the situation either. When we pray, (and I don’t get on my knees to do so) our first inclination should be to thank God and give Him praise for all He has done for us. Our petitions should include the needs of others as well as our own. This time should be filled with reverence to God and gratitude for all He has accomplished in your life so far. It’s also a perfect time to confess your sins to Him. He already is aware of them, but through your praying you’ll find comfort in the fact that they have been forgiven on the day His Son died for all. Jesus made it possible for us to go directly to the source of our healing. His death and resurrection cut the middleman out of the picture.
Our prayers may be awkward. Our attempts may be feeble. But since the power of prayer is in the One who hears it and not in the one who says it, our prayers do make a difference. ~Max Lucado
Hey diddly dee, an actor’s life for me. Disney’s Pinocchio decided that an actor’s life was just the kind of life he wanted. What was the appeal? All actors know that you can hide behind a mask of sorts and display characteristics that you normally would never exhibit. You can become another person for a little while and then go back to being yourself when you’re finished. My acting career took off when I was about five. I realized I could become the center of attention if I danced, twirled my baton or sang in front of people. I didn’t have a very good opinion of myself as a child. When I became a chubby teenager, my acting skills helped me get through adolescence because that mask I had earlier created was becoming a necessary part of my persona.
I grew up falling in love with the movies and early television shows. Theatre became a huge part of my existence, but it wasn’t until much later in life that I realized I had a special place in my heart for it. Going back to college in my forties, wasn’t really in the plan, but at the time we were financially able. I was eager to get a drama program started at my kids’ high school. It led to a 13-year gig as the volunteer drama director for my own children as well as many others. It was an amazing experience, which got me back into something I always loved doing and sharing my experience with young thespians.
I always told my students that being on stage was a chance for them to become someone else for a while, but that they should never forget who they were – that they had value and purpose – that they had more talent than they realized – that the skills they learned in acting would help them in whatever career they chose to pursue. Not only would they have confidence performing before others, but their communication skills would improve. They would learn how to work as a team to solve problems. Those tools are invaluable in any line of work.
Some of my students went on to careers in theatre, but most of them didn’t. Getting that big break is never as easy as it sounds. Having a backup plan is always a good idea, but the lure of theatre is very addictive. At 80 years old, I’m still involved in it. I probably will die onstage someday, and it won’t be a scene from Shakespeare,
So, celebrate Actors’ Day today. Go to a play in a local theatre. Watch an old movie and see how acting styles have changed over the years. Get involved in some acting yourself. It’s a great way to meet new friends, try something new and pull you out of your shell.
“The learning process continues until the day you die.” Kirk Douglas
This poem was written a number of years ago but might be a good way to send your children off to school. When there are so many dangers they must face each day – when they need encouragement – when they hope to be accepted and loved – God’s Word is always available to lift them up in all circumstances. This isn’t a message just for children, but all of us as we walk through each day. We are loved!
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.
Well, it’s that time of year again. Time for parents to add to their credit card debt. Time for purchasing school supplies, backpacks, new clothes and shoes and the latest technology which will ensure your child’s success. All of this can put a strain on the average family. We all want to look our best and create the perfect impression. Going back to school has taken on a whole new meaning today. You almost have to take out a loan to supply your children with what they need. There I go again – sounding like an old fogey – but then again, I am. School costs have gone ballistic with the advent of technology. You have to admit it. All we needed was a three-ring binder and some loose-leaf paper – some pencils, a box of crayons and a lunch box. Of course, there were the new shoes and duds. It seems today that kids are spending an awful lot of money on ripped jeans. I should’ve saved all my old ones. I would’ve cleaned up with a garage sale.
Today there is no need to walk ten miles, uphill in a snowstorm both ways. Children are carted from place to place in the luxury of an airconditioned vehicle. Walking to school isn’t done much anymore, because of safety. Then there’s the issue of violence when they get to school.
Let’s take a look at children today. This isn’t the norm, but statistics are showing that many of them are suffering from depression before they reach middle school. Bullying is at an all-time high. Children are committing suicide at an alarming rate. Self-mutilation/cutting is not unusual. Some are counting on drugs or alcohol to soothe the inner pain. They’re unhappy with their lives because something is missing from them. They don’t have that fail-safe message that, even though we’re sinners, God loves us and has solved the problem.
Kids need to know they have a champion – one who will be with them throughout their lives, even when others fail them. They’re longing for the safety and protection of a super-hero. They want to know that they have merit, that they’re loved, that a wonderful future is already laid out for them, both here and in eternity. We all need to know that.
Our children are on loan to us for a short time. They are a gift from God and belong to Him really. It is our obligation to make sure they know about their heavenly Father and the plan He has laid out for their lives. There is no amount of money that can buy that kind of insurance. When we place our kids in His protection, we’re putting them in the best hands possible.
With every passing morning, through every dawning light, Time flits from here to there each day, and withers into night, If it would just stand still again, like golden days of yore, We might enjoy the little things, that make us love life more
The quiet times with family, the reading of a book, The smell of cookies baking, the singing of a brook, The moments of togetherness that bind you close together The sounds of peace, the voice of God, the kindness of the weather,
These things sound simple, but they’re not, they simply bring us life, Reminding us of days gone by, erasing all our strife, The old things bring new life to us, they simply can’t be shattered, We learn from all our past mistakes and all that really mattered.
This series of paintings was done about eleven years ago, by Paul Boecher. The poem by Kathy Boecher was written about four years later. I discovered these paintings recently and realized I hadn’t shown them before. Always finding treasures at my house.
Many of us remember reading this book in our teen years. I’m not sure why it was required reading. Maybe it was a way of discouraging promiscuous behavior. Maybe it should be put on the reading list again. The book was written in a time when labels were very much out there. We have them today as well, but not quite as much stigma is connected with them. The shame of wearing a tag to display your adulterous activity doesn’t happen today – or does it? When someone outwardly exhibits their sins openly, their label doesn’t bring the kind of shame it once did. It isn’t an effective tool and probably wasn’t even in Nathaniel Hawthorne’s day.
Today, most illicit behavior is right out there for all the world to see, hear or read about. In a world of instant news, there is nothing secret or sacred any longer. On the other hand, pride is becoming the seed of human behavior and it often leads to destruction. Pride is defined as a high or inordinate opinion of one’s own dignity, importance, merit, or superiority, whether as cherished in the mind or as displayed in conduct. It’s easy to get caught up in those thoughts because we live in a world that is often considered “THE ME GENERATION.”
What would others think of us if they knew what was lurking in the deep, dark corners of our hearts? How would we appear if all our sins were displayed like they were in “The Scarlet Letter” for all the world to see? We all have hidden thoughts, desires and things we don’t want people to know about us – the ugly side of us. Only God knows our inner conflict. He knows our struggles and fears, but He still loves us in spite of it. We have been cleaned up – all labels have been erased by His own Son – we no longer wear the badge of SINNER on our chests. His unconditional love looks beyond our sin and sees the ransom – paid in full.
“Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves.” Philippians 2:3
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.
