THE VIEW FROM MY COUCH

 “I am certain that after the dust of centuries has passed over our cities, we, too, will be remembered not for victories or defeats in battle or in politics, but for our contribution to the human spirit.”

John F. Kennedy

For the past few weeks, I’ve been in isolation at home as many of you have experienced over the past two years.  I was extremely fortunate to be able to stay home and my case of COVID19 was relatively mild, but during that time, I lost my appetite – 12 pounds – and even thought this might be my last Christmas.  We had the prayers and encouragement of friends and those who brought gifts of food and cards.  My husband is a great encourager, nurse and even ventured out to shop for our groceries and necessities during this time.  It’s never easy being a caretaker, so I truly hope he knows how much I appreciate him.

During this time of doing nothing much except sleeping, I was also given a gift of time to take a close look at a small sampling of the above art work that my husband, the artist has produced over his career. These pieces grace the living room and dining room of our little 1875 farmhouse. When we put a piece of art up on the wall, we rarely look at it with fresh eyes.  Since I was allowed this quiet time, I took full advantage of opening my eyes to view the intrinsic beauty of each one.  As light infiltrated through the windows – passed through the sheer curtains – bounced off and ref of a stained glass window – refracted light from all around – I began to see the deeply rooted attention to detail.  To some, a piece of impressionistic art can appear fuzzy or undefined, but there are so many tiny details hidden in the canvas.  It’s almost like looking at a large tapestry and watching the threads being woven into place.  Tiny secrets are hidden everywhere.  We just need to take the time to look for them and enjoy the moment.

Each brush stroke the artist lays down has a purpose.  Some huge globs of paint are placed in certain areas to draw attention to them, while contrasting colors bring new things to the viewers eye.  There is a rhythm to behold – a natural heartbeat to bring the canvas to life.  Every artist who truly loves what he does, has a different way of expressing that passion.  Some require music to stir the images.  Some prefer the quietness of the moment.

Each day as I looked at each of these paintings, I gained a broader respect for the artist who painted them. Art has changed over time. Before photography, everything was sketched or painted.  When the Internet entered our world, Photo Shop became a new art form.  There are still those who prefer a brush, a palette and an empty canvas.  There are those who need to feel the cool clay flow between their fingers, or the hammer and chisels work to carve through stone or wood.  There will always be a need for art in some form or another.  I believe that each of us has the capactity to produce art too.  For some, it’s built into them when they’re created.  God knows what we all need and when we need it. 

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ALONE, BUT NOT

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Though fears assail and haunt me, my Jesus will be there,

He knows my every weakness, He feels my every care,

Through valleys dark He leads me, He’s always at my side,

To waters still He guides me, refreshment He’ll provide,

Wherever life should lead me, my soul is in His hand,

He never will desert me, on this great hope I stand,

Through triumph and defeat, He knows just how I feel,

He gives me so much hope when at His cross I kneel.

Our time on earth is short, our days are numbered here,

But with His precious love,  eternity is near.

Dear Jesus, be with me as through this life I go,

Help me to share your love, with those who need to know.

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THE GIFT OF THE MAGI

The story, “The Gift of the Magi,” by O. Henry is a lovely story of a young couple living in a small apartment in New York.  The story was published in 1905.  It tells of how both of them made sacrifices so that they could buy the perfect gift for their spouse.  The wife decided to sell her hair so she could purchase a platinum watch fob for her husband’s pocket watch.  He in turn, sold his watch so that he could buy some beautiful combs to adorn his wife’s hair.  Obviously their thoughtful gifts became useless, but because of their sacrificial giving, their love endured in spite of it.

Ironic isn’t it.  We sometimes think we’re buying just the right thing, but it doesn’t always turn out that way.  The fact that both of these people made sacrifices to purchase something special for their significant others is really the point of the story.  When we buy those gifts with the complete focus being on the other person, we’re giving part of ourselves to them.  

In the Biblical version of the wise men coming to Bethlehem to pay homage to the new king, we may get the wrong idea about those guys.  In the song, “We Three Kings of Orient Are,” we’re told that they were kings.  Truth – they were more likely astrologers who viewed the Christmas star and realized something extraordinary was taking place.  They were also more likely from Babylon than the Orient, because it was the site of the practice of astrology.  We don’t know how many there were.  There could’ve been three or thirty three.

The O. Henry version of “The Gifts of the Magi,” is like many stories of sacrifice that pop up at this time of the year. There was “The Juggler of God,” and “The Little Drummer Boy” which in like manner show gifts of the givers being gifts of their selves. 

We don’t know all of gifts the Magi brought to Bethlehem, but apparently they were very expensive. We’re told of gold, frankincense and myrrh. The gold was probably used to allow Mary and Joseph to flee from Bethlehem to Egypt so Jesus wouldn’t be murdered with all the newly born children of that area. Gold is also a gift befitting a King, which Jesus is.  The gift of frankincense was a fragrant resin used in worshiping God.  We know Jesus is also God with us.  The gift of myrrh was at the time used in burial preparation, which would indicate the final sacrifice Jesus would give for all of us.  We’re also told that Mary held these things in her heart, and thought about them often, so they were not only memorable and expensive, she knew that her Son was worth all of them.

When we give gifts at this time of year, we may hope that our gift has special meaning for the person receiving it. We may be trying to make an impression. We might even look at our gifts as sacrifices because they come at great cost to us. The greatest gift of Christmas was offered in the form of a little baby – a child born in poverty – a seemingly insignificant gift, but one which would prosper the entire world and give it everlasting peace.

Jesus is our Christmas present. We all need to start remembering that. Our gifts pale in comparison. The greatest gift one can give for another is his life. This little child became Immanuel (God with us) so that we would someday become heirs of His kingdom.

 

 

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A CHRISTMAS CAROL

 

I think the reason the story of Scrooge remains such a classic is because we can all relate to it. When the ghost takes him on his journey through time, we see a young boy growing up in the streets of London without a strong family unit. His father was bitter against the lad because of the loss of his wife while giving birth to him.

As he grew up and became obsessed with work and less involved socially, the only love he knew refused to marry him because of it. Missed opportunities – emotional highs and lows – disappointment – being left out – seem to be heightened at this time of year. All of the negative events in Scrooge’s life took place during the Christmas season.

Sometimes it’s like that for us too. We work twice as hard to make ends meet. Our focus becomes so narrow that the joy of Christmas is often lost in our own needs and desires. Many people get depressed during the holidays. In his story, Scrooge simply snuffed the ghost out with its hat, but it’s not always that easy to get rid of the things that bring us down.

When he meets the final ghost of the trilogy, he sees the future and what life holds for Tiny Tim and his family.  He is witness to his own death as well.  How many of us get the opportunity to view our own headstone?  The future is bleak in that respect, for we will all die.  It is a fact of nature, but Scrooge has only been dreaming so he has a second chance. His redemption is still available to him as it is to each of us.  God gives all of us the best Christmas gift ever by endowing us with our salvation through the child, Jesus, born on that most special day.

Psalm 34:18  “The LORD is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.”

Dear Savior, help all those whose hearts are heavy at this time of year. Allow us to realize that you love them with the greatest love ever known and you invite them into your arms each day. Thank you also for Christmases past, present and future. They can teach us so much about ourselves and lead us back to you.  Amen!

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SUBMISSION

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

A child just turned a woman, became the chosen one,

To hold the Son of God within – to be her firstborn Son,

She wasn’t someone special – a lowly servant girl,

But God had special plans for her and also for the world.

Through Mary’s contemplation of this exalted state,

She knew that God would come to earth to wipe away all hate.

To bring to man forgiveness from every single sin.

Fulfill His word of promise and make us clean within.

With joy her heart subitted to this unusual birth,

She knew that God had finally come to rescue all the earth,

She bowed in humble honor of the One who held her heart,

Gave way to all the mockery that life would now impart.

She did so with a childlike faith in God’s almighty will,

She did so without question, as His breath within her filled.

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THE FINAL PAGE

Rippled sand forming a gigantic canvas reaching across the horizon.

Arid, barren, scorched and without life.

A seemingly insignificant expanse, devoid of moisture.

Enclosed by the sun, the wind and all the elements,

Segments of a pattern that once was woven into a beautiful tapestry.

Now empty of that magnificence, yet still a glimmer of life remains.

I stand at the edge of this expanse.

It is the next chapter in my journey of living.

Another adventure awaits on the other side.

A beauty beyond man’s creation,

Beyond human comprehension,

Outside the limits of my understanding.

The desert is like a wilderness – another trudge through the emptiness of joy.

Yet there is always hope.  There is always optimism.  God sees to that as He walks with me.

His footprints are beside mine imprinted in the carpet of sand. 

When it becomes too hard for me to handle alone, my footprints disappear.

Through the most difficult of life’s pages, He carries me.

I am redeemed.

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THE ARSENAL OF THE OPPRESSOR – EGO

In my early childhood, I was the first grandchild, so I had it made – at least I thought I did.  I was a sweet little girl, with curls of golden blond.  I learned how to tap dance and do ballet when I as just a tyke.  My mother was smitten with the movies and especially Shirley Temple.  She was convinced that I would someday become a star or at least Miss America. Time changed all that.  More children were added to our circle of family members and I became the low man on the totem pole, while the others had their moments in the limelight.  As I grew into a teenager, I became the chubby kid.  I wasn’t cute anymore when my first pimple appeared.  I didn’t feel good about myself.  It began to eat away at me and continued for many years after.  Still I was fortunate to have a loving family that cared about me and my future, but those feelings of self worth somehow got lost in the mix.  I continued to believe that I would never amount to anything worth while.

Many children grow up thinking they can’t do anything right in their parents’ eyes.  Many carry that baggage into adolescence and beyond.  As we attend church, we hear words like “serving others,” “don’t be proud,” You’re no better than anyone else.”  Though these words hold some truth, they can also serve as weapon by our greatest enemy.  Satan wants us to believe we’re worth more than we think we are.  He wants us to believe we deserve the best things in life.  He also uses those thoughts to boost our ego and make narcissists out of us.

The simple truth is that we are valuable to God.  He considers us His own children.  He knew what we would be before we were even conceived.  He had a blueprint established for our life.  He wants us to succeed – not because of what we personally can do, but because He loves us with a love far greater than that of our parents.  His love holds no strings.  Even in our sinful state, He loves us unconditionally.

As I mentioned earlier, my self esteem suffered for many years.  I still have trouble with it at times.  I think part of the reason for that is because I never felt worthy of forgiveness – of a place in heaven – of a relationship with God.  A friend directed me to Psalm 139 when I was going through a particularly rough patch.  It has become one of my favorietes, with time, because it is the perfect explanation of God’s love for us.  If you have the chance to read it today, do so.

Satan will use our ego to get to us in many ways.  He will make us think we deserve better.  He will promise us things he can’t deliver and make us believe we can gain those things on our own.  When He tried to tempt Jesus in the desert, he even used Holy Scripture to tempt the Son of God.  Our God is so much more powerful than the devil,  We can’t let him deceive us into thinking otherwise.  God always wins.

Today we need to think about our own arsenal of weapons to use against our enemy.  Jesus gave us the perfect example during His own temptation.  He used the Word of God – the Bible – to substantiate the truth of His power.  Turn to it today for positive reinforcement. It will change how you feel about yourself and your place on earth and in the heavenly realms.

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THE ARSENAL OF THE OPPRESSOR – BITTERNESS

This week my posts have to do with ways we can find ourselves under the thumb of the evil one – the real oppressor, the devil. Many may conclude that our greatest enemy today is our own government – the news media – the Internet – addiction – Covid – and any number of issues that inhabit our planet.  The true oppressor is the one who is in direct conflict with all that is good and perfect – our heavenly Father, God, who has power over all things, including our enemy.

Today I’d like to discuss bitterness as one of tools in the devil’s arsenal.  Bitterness is often described as a foul taste, resulting from eating the wrong thing.  It can also be a term used for a feeling left within us after we’ve been wounded physically, emotionally or spiritually.  Both meanings are a reaction to being fed something acidic, resentful, foul or harmful.  Yesterday I talked about the results of bullying, but bitterness goes one step further down the path of negativity.  There is a breaking point for most of us.  Bitterness goes beyond that.  It’s a feeling that stays with you and affects the way you deal with all things in your life.  You in fact can easily become a slave to bitterness  It will fester like an open wound and never heal unless you release it.   

When you’re constantly being fed a diet of bitterness, you in fact become what you eat.  Your attitude towards others changes.  Your relationships are shallow.  Your thoughts turn inward.  Focusing on yourself becomes a way of life.  How do you remove the bitter taste – the after taste that clings to the roof of your mouth?  It would be nice if you could just gargle that taste away, but by the time it has turned into a bitter spirit, it takes much more than mouth wash.

There is a way to eliminate bitterness from our lives and it’s so easy, yet many prefer to wallow in their acrimony .  The Bible has this to say about this malady.

Ephesians 4:31-32  ESV   “Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice.  Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.”

By forgiving others as we have been forgiven, the scars caused by bitterness will be erased.  Putting others first is what our Savior, Jesus did.  He left His throne of glory and honor. He humbled Himself and became a servant.  He sacrificed everything to purchase our redemption.  The least we can do in gratitude for that precious gift, is to thank Him and than follow His lead by forgiving others.

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THE ARSENAL OF THE OPPRESSOR

A few years back on a cold October afternoon, my husband was teaching an after school art class in a school cafeteria.  He had set up his “classroom” with individual stations for his students.  He did this in advance of the class so they would be able to dig in as soon as they arrived.  There was a fifteen minute gap before the class began, and some eager young teachers came into the room to post their anti-bullying posters on the walls/ They dumped all their materials on the only table being used at the moment – the one my husband had set up for his class.  He kindly told them that he had a class that would be starting shortly and asked if they could move their materials to another table.  They responded by saying he was bullying them.  They were dead serious in their response.  This is just a small example of how people have become bullies without even acknowledging it.

The month of October is devoted to stomping out the use of humiliation, shame and adding guilt to behavior towards one another.  There is a huge movement going on right now about showing tolerance, kindness and fompassion toards one another, while many continue to be the recipient of intolerable behavior.  The epidemic we’ve been dealing with for the past couple years has created a new kind of shield that most of us are beginning to wear.  It has nothing to do with masks or vaccinations, but the right to make a choice regarding our own health without stepping on anyone else’s toes.  There has been a huge campaign to shame people if they aren’t abiding by the mandates of the land.  People are being ridiculed – scolded – and guilted into thinking they are un-American if they don’t do what they’re told to do.  In a way the bullying has gone viral.

Our most vulnerable are under attack not only because of the COVID issue, but for ridiculous reasons that result from wanting to be noticed or having a will to being mean to each other.  Kindness is a lost art for some people and they prefer to be the center of attention by humiliating someone else.  This is not limited to children.  It moves quickly into the workplace as people feel that climbing the ladder of success requires stepping on people along the way.  As we age, the bullying continues.  You would think that people’s feelings wouldn’t get hurt after so many years of living, but they are considered to be vulnerable as well and sometimes even more so, because of their limitations. 

From birth to death we’re exposed to this kind of behavior.  Some folks can handle it better than others. As we age, some of those things are no longer important to us.  Either we’ve learned to live with them or we begin to tolerate the behavior because we’re not as sensitive to it anymore.  However, I believe that my generation suffers from being bullied as much as our youngest ones do. Maybe I’m being too simplistic about this, but if everyone treated each other as if they would like to be treated, it sure would eliminate a lot of problems in our world.  I believe our Savior, Jesus talked about that many times during His ministry on earth.

Maybe we need to start by getting back to the basics of human communication – face to face conversations – problem solving through team work – getting rid of pride and need to be the best – compassion towards one another – love.

“Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves.”  Phillipians 2:3

 

 

 

 

 

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STAND TALL

“Dress for action like a man; I will question you and you make it known to me.  Will you even put me in the wrong?  Will you condemn me that you may be in the right?  Have you an arm like God, and can you thunder with a voice like his?”

To say the least, Job had to go through hell in order to find heaven.  He was consistent in his faith, but he had his moments –  just as we would under lesser circumstances.  Job went from prince to pauper in a matter of days.  His life of means was virtually crushed and he lost it all.

We worry and fret over things which we have no control over.  We  panic when the word COVID is mentioned.  We run in fear when we think our country is in the throes of terrorism.  We get upset if our internet service is down.  We spend a great portion of our lives trying to go it alone and  forget the One whose hand is in every aspect of them.

At the end of Job’s journey, he has been beaten by his losses – in great physical, mental and spiritual need – and has endured the advice of his “friends.  They tell Job that he must’ve have done some great wrong to turn God away from him.  Remember, God didn’t cause Job’s misery, He allowed Satan to tempt this faithful servant of His, because He knew what the outcome would be in advance  

Each time we go through even the slightest difficulty we may confront God in the same way.  Why me?  What did I do to deserve this?  When will my misery end?  In the final chapters of this amazingly poetic book, we hear God’s response.  If you have a chance to read these chapters, do so.  I can’t begin to describe the magnificent language.  God relays to Job, in His very expository words, the way the earth was created by Him – how He is in complete control of everything that happens in life, yet we’re responsible for our own actions.  We aren’t puppets waiting to be moved by the puppet master.  He included a free will in us before we were even born.

God tells Job to stand up like a man.  Poor Job!  His body was riddled with pain and anguish. He could barely lift his head in response to his Maker. God was challenging him again, but was He?  He was trying to get Job’s attention, because Job had been wallowing in self pity for some time now and his friends weren’t helping the situation.

We all need to be snapped to attention from time to time – especially when we are at the breaking point.  Through God’s power and majesty we will come to see His enduring compassion.  He saw our useless condition and paid the full price for our redemption.  If it weren’t for that, we would have no future in His loving, mighty arms.

Lord, forgive me when I forget that you are Omnipotent, Omniscient and Omnipresent.  Your hand formed the universe and you breathed life into everything.  You can do anything – even save a worm like me.  Amen!

 

 

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A WORLD WITHOUT GOD

Before the earth was, God was there.

He saw the darkness of the universe and all that was in it.

With only His voice, He said, “Let there be light,” and there was.

That utterance began the creation of the world.

The sky, the sea, the deserts the mountains, all shaped by His hand of perfection.

All abounding in His reflective light.

In that light alone – the Light of God Himself – there is hope/

As He spoke the words, the world responded, it came to life.

Has His voice been silenced over these several thousands of years?

Are we becoming a place of darkness again.

When the light is extinguished, there will be no hope,

Only darkness, barreness, despair, chaos and confusion.

Our days are numbered.

I want to live in God’s light.

Turn to Him with me and bathe in the glow of his majesty.

Soak in every droplet of His manifestation.

He is the light of the world and our only hope for peace.

He can bring illumination to the dark places and restore order from chaos.

He is the light of our salvation.

While the earth exists and throughout infinity, God is there.

 
 
 
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THANKSGIVING MONTH

Thanksgiving is one of those holidays that’s been sandwiched in to fill the end of the year calendar.  We don’t always stop to give thanks for the blessings we’ve received, but maybe it’s time we did.  Last month, October, the stores were filled with pumpkins and witches.  I found it difficult to find any autumn decorations, because Christmas was already on the shelves.  Now that Thanksgiving is just around the corner, Christmas has consumed the craft stores and there are rows upon rows of ornaments, Santas, Gnomes, cheery little elves, but very little sign of Jesus, the One who we celebrate on Christmas.  So do I sound like a complaining old grandma yet? 

Maybe I am, but I so long for those special days designated for a particular reason.  Yesterday was set aside for all branches of the military and rightly so.  Today, according to the Days of the Year site, it’s Happy Hour Day along with Chicken Soup for the Soul Day.  November is known to most authors as NaNoWreMo (National Novel Writing Month.)  Our church holds Thanksgiving Day services or night before Thanksgiving services.  We used to have a Thanksgiving feast the week before the actual day, but with all the changes that COVID brought, that is no longer possible. November is also popular to hunters of the white tail deer in Wisconsin and Minnesota.  We have gotten used to celebrating Thanksgiving at our house a week or so before the actual day because of celebrations at in laws, distance between us and working around the deer hunt.  This year we’ll celebrate on Sunday of this week.

We used to have turkey, stuffing, cranberries, sweet potatoes and all the trimmings.  This year I am opting for just white meat, which is what most everyone likes.  I may throw in a leg or two.  Instead of peeling potatoes, I will serve the instant version and the stuffing will be a doctored up version of the boxed stuff.  OK, when you get to be almost an octonagarian, you can fudge a little.  The rest of the goodies will come from the kids.  Thankfully we will not be watching football games or reading the ads for black Friday sales, but we will find time to talk and laugh and laugh some more.  

My novel is still sitting on the shelf, waiting to be reworked, even though I thought it was finished last November.  The sales for Christmas were never a big deal for me anyway.  I will give thanks for our armed forces every day of the year.  I will take time to prepare a semi-sumptuous meal for my family.  After it’s all done, I will thank God for allowing me another year filled with known and unknown blessings.  Thanksgiving shouldn’t be limited to just one day.

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IT IS OUR CHOICE

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

We cannot change our heritage, or the color of our skin,

We can’t determine what we’ll be on the day that life begins,

When we are born our souls live too, but we’ve not yet seen our God,

Our genes are set in DNA, red is the color of blood.

 

We breathe our first and scream out loud, the sound continues to  pierce,

Our minds react to what we see, our voices become quite fierce,

As life goes on the choices made will alter our point of view,

Will our voice outweigh our choices, by thinking it’s right to do.

 

We can’t control the storms that come, the obstacles that we face,

But if we start to listen again we are setting our own pace,

We all deserve a starting point, each voice has its own merit,

But if we simply shout and scream injustice we inherit.

 

We can’t control our lot in life unless we’re willing to change,

Our ears are a great vehicle for carrying that exchange,

The choices made within our youth can lead to revolution,

Sometimes it just means giving in, or finding a solution.

 

We can control what happens next, but it involves give and take,

Underneath the surface  of hate, a quiet voice will awake,

We listen for that peaceful word, a commandment pure and true.

To place ourselves in other’s shoes and love them as God loves you.

 

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GATHER MY TEARS, LORD

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?”

If I were to count the tears I’ve shed in the 79 years of my life, I would undoubtedly fill a lake rather than a bottle.  I’m one of those sensitive types that cries at the drop of a hat. It can be to a fault most times.  On the other hand, tears are a way for us to manifest our deepest feelings and when presented to God, they are like liquid prayers.  There are times when tears are our only means of communication with Him.  He already knows what our needs are. He knows everything about us – our failures and weaknesses, our strengths and victories.  He has endowed us with these emotional droplets to release the pain, to express joy or demonstrate compassion.  When words aren’t available to us, those tears are often stronger than words.

We can be judged as weak when we cry.  We can be accused of being too sensitive.  Many may condemn us for our lack of ability to stand and fight, but sometimes it’s the only way we can deal with things that happen to us.  Many times it’s best to walk away and not stir the pot anymore than it needs to be stirred.  Sure it is a form of escape and not facing into the problem, but it also gives you time to think before speaking.  The tongue is a whole different area where we tend to mess up.

Have you ever just gone into prayer with tears?  I certainly have. Many times there are not words to express what I’m feeling.  The pain may be too great to overcome.  The loss is overwhelming.  There seems to be no answer to our dilemma.  That’s the time when the Holy Spirit steps in on our behalf. He interprets our innermost thoughts to the Father in a voice that we can’t understand.  

I will undoubtedly continue to face my problems with a certain amount of eye moisture involved, but I know that God is there for me in all times, through all my longings and concernsm with every step that I take..  What a comfort to know that He’s in our corner even when we don’t have the right words.

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FURROWED FIELDS

A November sky, displaying clouds filled with dust particles shining like diamonds,

The perfect ceiling, suspended in space over a furrowed field of forgotten gleanings.

Deep ruts in the earth, carved by a machine driven by a farmer – a man or woman who loves the earth.

The caretakers of God’s Creation.

 

As the landscape is in a constant state of metamorphosis,

So are we.

We have been crafted by an amazing God, who loves His creatures beyond measure.

He watches over us as He surveys the unfolding lives He has already arranged.

 

In the original design, man was taken from the earth.

A hunk of clay – sculpted into a body – into which He breathed life.

Meticulously He fashinoned each cell, crafted each gene,

So that no two would ever be the same.

 

The ruts created throughout a life are deeply imbedded into our existence.

They exhibit themselves in the passing of time and age.

Our bodies wear out.

They cling to life, but the natural thing to come is death.

 

The body will wash away in the sands of time.

It returns to the earth from which it came.

It dies, yet it will go on,

For those who know God.

 

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IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME

If I could turn back time
If I could find a way
I’d take back those words that’ve hurt you
And you’d stay

I don’t know why I did the things I did
I don’t know why I said the things I said
Pride’s like a knife it can cut deep inside
Words are like weapons they wound sometimes

Written by Diane Warren\

Picture it.  The vocal artist of the eighties, Cher, standing before an audience, dressed in risque costume, belting out the lyrics to “If I Could Turn Back Time.”  This became one of her trademark songs and revived her career in the late 1980s. Now that I’ve created that image in your mind, you will probably be humming the tune and singing the words yourself for the rest of the day.  I love planting ear worms.

Of course we can’t literally turn back time, but what would you do if you could?  During our return to normal time and the dismissal of daylight savings time, we have an opportunity to capture the lost hour which has eluded us for several months.  Did we even notice it was gone?  Does it matter?  I hate the time changes, especially the one in fall.  I’m completely off schedule at this time of year anyway, and adding another hour to the confusion is almost more than a sane person can take, but who said I was sane?  

Maybe we should collect all those lost hours over the years, so we could find enough time to do over some of the things we messed up on.  It certainly can’t be accomplished in one hour.  We can’t mend a relationship in an hour.  We can’t reclaim words said in anger or without thinking?  We certainly can’t redeem ourselves from all the mistakes we’ve made over time.  Many of those errors in judgment are often forgotten about or shelved for the rest of our existence.

I would love it if we could go back and erase the bad stuff from our past.  Unfortunately, we don’t have the power to do that, but God does.  He knew before the creation of the world what the plan for our salvation would be.  It was already in the blueprint.  He is the only one who can change our past and restore a future with Him. 

So the clocks were changed again for a time.  I still have trouble changing the one in my car, but maybe I’ll just save that hour for next year.  If I continue to do that, I might find myself with an entire day to do over.  In the meantime, I’ll trust that all my past and future mistakes have been washed away by the Creator of the Universe.  

“Odd things happen to all of us on our way through life without our noticing for a time that they have happened.”  J.M. Barrie “Peter Pan”

 

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NO SMALL PARTS

Constantin Stanislavsky once said, “Remember, there are no small parts, only small actors.”

Where do you fit in to the scheme of things? I always told my young performers that each of them was an important piece of the story we were trying to portray – without their participation, the story is incomplete, no matter how small the part may seem.  That doesn’t mean much to the kid who counts the number of lines he has and compares them to others. We want to be equal to the others – on the same playing field – as good as or better than.

However, each of us is part of something much bigger than we are. If you consider how a business runs, a government, an orchestra or anything that involves multiple talents and abilities, you will see that each one involved in that enterprise has an important contribution to make.

Some of us have great organizational skills while others are more inclined to handling the people management issues. Some folks have wonderful visual abilities and can create ideas just like that. Some are more capable with numbers or the mechanics of things. What ever skill you have, don’t ever underestimate or underplay the importance of your part in the big picture. It’s up to you to discover where your talents lie and then make good use them.

Do you know that God knew exactly what you would become long before you were even conceived? He has a plan for each one of us and He wants to partner with us to accomplish the work He has set before us.  We all have the same opportunities in life, whether we’re rich or poor. We can overcome adversity, disabilities, having dreams shattered. We can accomplish amazing things, but we can’t do it alone. As soon as we recognize that we are part of something greater than us, doors will open – changes will occur – relationships will improve and all of this will draw us closer to the one who made it all possible in the first place.

Walk on, with God and you’ll never walk alone.

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NO GREATER LOVE

LAST SIGNS OF AUTUMN, PHOTO BY KATHY BOECHER


A tiny droplet of water clings to a dying leaf – hanging on for dear life,

Soon it falls into oblivion into the waiting earth below,

The tears of a child sets off a chain reaction of frustration, helplessness,

Defiance, insecurity and a plethora of emotions,

Only to be replaced with a smile big enough to consume the hardest of hearts;

You fall in love – once – again – another time – again,

Each time you believe it’s the real thing, the only thing,

Life changes you, your opinions, your goals,

You fall out of love.

Saline fills the eyes and tears result. Tiny capsules filled with emotion waiting to be released.

Self worth can be squashed in a second, with just a word, creating a mountain of anxiety and angst.

Is there anyone who can wipe away the tears?

Is there no one who feels our pain?

Will our tears ever be erased, never to return?

While we walk this planet, hearts will break.

Tears will fill swollen eyes.

Life will go on.

But there is a love much greater than we can ever know.

A love that has no boundaries, conditions or expectations.

Just pure unblemished love that transcends the ages.

The love of God is available to all.

It’s freely given.

Because you are loved by the Creator of the Universe.

He treasures you as His own child.

He loves purely.

He asks only that you believe,

Trust,

Have faith in His plans for you.

Surrender.

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STRONGHOLD

“May the glory of the LORD endure forever; may the LORD rejoice in his works, who looks on the earth and it trembles, who touches the mountains and they smoke!”                    Psalm 104:31-32

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

 

The glory of the Lord is painted throughout His creation,

Wafting down from the heights of heaven as an eagle,

Upon whose tremendous wingspan touches every cloud,

Carving through granite mountains with the touch of a finger,

Glistening in the silver lined clouds,

Reflecting across still waters,

Racing through the wind to places of majesty,

This is God’s handiwork,

This is His voice,

His Touch,

His view,

His creation,

Only He can make a mountain,

Only He can piece together a valley,

Only He can fill empty spaces with refreshing water,

Only He can create colors of such beauty,

Only He.

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TURKEY DAY

It’s only three weeks until Thanksgiving – three Thursdays from now – less than a month away.  Thanksgiving at my house usually runs anywhere between November 1st and November 30th.  For years (far too many to count) Thanksgiving Day was just another day for me, as the men in the family would trudge off to Wisconsin for the white tailed deer hunt, male comradery, sitting in a tree and feasting and fun on Thursday.  The past couple of years have changed all that.  The hunt has kind of slipped into times passed and our family has blossomed out to the point of sharing them with the other sides of their families.

I remember the Thanksgivings of my youth.  The table was set with fine china and crystal.  The fancy silver needed to be polished free of the tarnish that had set in.  Food was days in the making.  Pies and special breads and treats were made in advance. Turkey was stuffed with delicious dressing and all throughout the week, sensational smells danced through the house.  The day arrived.  Televisions were shut off, football games were put on hold and for almost an hour, we passed the potatoes, soaked in the tastes and eye candy and conversed with each other.  A perfect meal – yes.  A lot of thanksgiving – not so much.  The meal, the table and the festivie flavor was the center of attention.  The meal was generally rushed through so a return to the game could occur.  Not much different than today.

We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessings – words from a Thanksgiving hymn I learned as a child.  Our blessings are so often overlooked in lieu of the blessings we;ve already received.  This holiday has become the precursor to the holiday shopping season, but many folks have started that tradition way back in July.

So is it so hard for us to take one day to put the focus on the gifts we’ve so richly been endowed with?  The most important being the greatest gift ever given to mankind – salvation by grace alone.  In the next three weeks leading up to the celebration, it might be fun to write down one thing you’re thankful for and when you gather for your turkey dinner, read your individual notes to each other.  It might take a little longer to get through the meal, but think of how long it took to prepare it.

“God so loved the world, that He gave His own beloved Son, that whoever believes in Him, will not perish, but have everlasting life.”  That might be a good place to start.

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