This photograph, reminiscent of the iconic flag raising at Iwo Jima, depicts a story of courage under fire like we’ve never seen before. On 09/11/2001 our nation was ravaged by a group of those intent on destroying our existence. Twenty years later, we’re still under the cloud of that fateful day. What have we learned from watching disaster unfold on our television sets, knowing that lives were being shatter within our own borders? That day will be honored again in two weeks. Has anything really changed? Twenty years can erase a lot of bad memories, but we must never let the images of that day be erased from our history.
In twenty years why did we lose respect for our government? Why did we see an unfolding of corruption within law enforcement? Where has our trust in humanity gone? Most of those in their young adult lives today, never knew the spirit of patriotism that boiled in the hearts of Americans when this attack occurred. As babies and young children, they were oblivious to the feelings of betrayal, hatred and loss. In twenty years, we tried to protect those children from this kind of hurt. We provided ways for them to live life to the fullest. To shield them from unrest. To protect them from those same feelings. In doing so, we may have created a generation that doesn’t know how to react to crisis. A generation that takes all our freedoms for granted. A generation that feels entitled to everything the government owes them.
As time went by, old wounds were soon forgotten. Things returned to normal – or did they? Focus on internal affairs began to fester. Who caused these issues? Who did this to us? Forgetting that we have many enemies in the world and within our own borders, we became obsessed with blaming others for all the bad that was happening around us. We forgot that God was still in control. We now face that same enemy. The same people bent on destroying our nation are coming out of the woodwork and if we let them, they will succeed . . . again. Our prayers for America, for our leaders, for our fellow man and woman are vital. We should turn our hearts to the only One who can create order in confusion and bring reason and understanding in situations that make no sense at all.
Dear, Father, God,
You alone are in control of this planet and every part of the universe. In spite of our hard headedness, our weakness and our foolishness, You’ve always been there for us. We ask that you watch over our country – our United States of America – and be with us as we face our enemies. We have gone astray. We’ve not placed our trust in You. We often give up before we even start, but you still love us. You promise to be with us and we know that you always keep your promises. Help us remember that you also created our enemies – that we’re told to care about them as You did when you offered salvation to all people. Bring back a love for our country. Lift us out of the quagmire of hate, blame, fear, hate and deception. Show us the right way to go. You are our fortress, our rock, our hope for the future and will always be faithful to us, even when we forget to serve you first. Deliver us from those who hate us and would destroy us. Give us understanding and discernment. Send Your Holy Spirit to ignite a new fire in the hearts of Americans to defend what so many have died for. In Jesus name, I pray. Amen!
The pot is being stirred again. Not by those who love this country, but by those who would love to see her fail and be overtaken by our enemies. In the last several years we’ve experienced a malady much more powerful than COVID. We play the “blame game”, because we don’t want to be the cause of anything that might result from our reckless behavior. People who used to be known for their radiant smiles, now have down turned lips and sad eyes. The wearing of masks has taken care of that. Who wants to look at a sad face anyway?
The blame game is played by all of us when we don’t take responsibility for our own actions. When we choose to think that our ideas are the only valid ones – when we can’t look beyond our own guilt – when lemons aren’t turned into lemonade, but handed to us raw so we can taste the bitterness – we have no one else to blame, but ourselves. Those of us who truly love America and want to see it the way it used to be are frankly getting tired of all the bullying and negative thinking that’s invaded our nation. This insidious tool is making us a nation of mad people. “I’m mad – you’re mad – we’re all mad here.” We all need to share in the blame and actually mean it.
There is so much anger festering right now. I’m sure the Israelites experience much the same when they wandered in the wilderness for forty years. We, however, aren’t used to being patient. We want things done instantly. Two years is a lifetime to us. The road rage that’s occurring, the ability to smile through adversity, the power of positive reinforcement, the lifting up of our fellow man, have all been lost because we’ve been inconvenience.
When a leader takes responsibility for a botched up event, he needs to be respected, but when he’s saying the words and not acting on them, how can we respect? When a friend says something unkind about you and your beliefs and you sit back and take it, you’re showing kindness, but you’re opinion of that person has changed. When our children are being indoctrinated about historical events – when patriotism is a myth and an antique of a misguided nation – when blood is shed to protect our freedoms – when tolerance leads to the ridiculous – when we can’t even be civil to one another – when we are bullied into getting a shot to protect everyone else – when we shame someone into believing they are the problem – that’s the time for all of us to wake up and stop blaming each other for all the bad that’s going on in the world.
Satan was defeated when Jesus suffered on a cross, died and rose from death. Yet God in His mercy has allowed him to prowl the earth creating more death and destruction. He knows his time is running out so he’s pushing hard right now. We must remember that God still controls Satan. He still loves us beyond measure. He wants us to love Him back and serve him while we’re here on earth. He is giving us this time of grace to let others know that hope is not lost. He is using you and me for this purpose. He will deliver us from evil, but we must return to Him and ask Him to.
A war within is beginning to stir. The thought of another Civil War is even whispered about. We have so many differences that divide us, I wonder if we really are a United States of America. Yet God is consistent in all that He does. He never changes. His Word is truth and we can count on His help when we simply get down on our knees and pray.
Psalm 24:1-101The earth is the LORD’s, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it; 2for he founded it on the seas and established it on the waters. 3Who may ascend the mountain of the LORD? Who may stand in his holy place? 4The one who has clean hands and a pure heart, who does not trust in an idol or swear by a false god. 5They will receive blessing from the LORD and vindication from God their Savior. 6Such is the generation of those who seek him, who seek your face, God of Jacob. 7Lift up your heads, you gates; be lifted up, you ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in. 8Who is this King of glory? The LORD strong and mighty, the LORD mighty in battle. 9Lift up your heads, you gates; lift them up, you ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in. 10Who is he, this King of glory? The LORD Almighty- he is the King of glory.
The air chokes with death and the smells of it. Deep in the bowels of the earth, the demons dance for joy, Hatred, twisted minds, Overtly wounded souls disperse the winds of time, Testing of integrity, Questioning, Doubting, Past sins, Guilt, Repentance, Reputations at risk, Life is filled with this, The ugliness of sin and the greatest liar ever, Breath is snuffed out like a waning candle, In an instant and without warning, This is our reality, Yet within that reality is small glimmer of hope, A tiny fracture of light in the distance, A light that gains strength as you draw near it, A brilliance that never dies, Hope remains in tact, It is our God, Who never changes, Though the world is slowly being devoured by evil, Though it seems impossible to understand, Though nothing is sacred anymore, Though Satan seems to have the upper hand, Even when life takes a back seat to death, We must hang on to that glowing ember, It is the only beacon in a blackened world, For without it we will be swallowed up, Trust in God, not man.
My dear blogging friend, Julie Cook – cookiecrumbstoliveby.wordpress.com – has a beautiful site which often expresses her disappointment with what’s happening in our country. Unfortunately, it seems when we have an opinion these days, it’s often seen as stirring the pot or creating more dissension. We still have the right to freedom of speech in the United States. By producing a blog, we’re also placing ourselves on a soap box and may or may not reach someone or open their eyes to the things that are really happening around us. We have a responsibility to choose our words carefully. I have been known to get up on my platform from time to time and have been trying to get off of it, because it doesn’t seem to make any difference except for getting something off my chest – which, by the way, is OK too.
When our founders laid out the Constitution and the Bill of Rights for all Americans, I’m sure they didn’t realize the depth to which political correctness would take us. It truly has descended into a totally different realm in the past few years. I’m almost afraid to say anything. The words we use today are under constant scrutiny and subject to disdain in some way or another. As part of the older generation, I’ve never seen anything like it. As a writer, I’ve had to edit beyond comprehension in order to satisfy those who might criticize. Still aren’t these rights to voice opinion still available to all Americans? It seems we’re going from one extreme to another. When a boulder must be removed from a campus, because it once was black, that in my opinion is nonsense. When we can’t use certain words that might make someone else feel uncomfortable, but when there is no problem with discussing gender neutrality, promiscuity, pornography, sex trafficking, rape, murder, incest, child abuse or drugs, there’s something amiss.
There are things that offend me too. I still should be able to speak my mind about those things, but I choose not to – or at least try to keep it to a minimum. I don’t care what happens in someone’s bedroom. I don’t need to change my standards because someone is offended by them. I still believe that God is in control of the rotation of the earth and the number of stars in the sky. He is almighty and my only hope for salvation, and if I express that, I’m deemed a threat to society.
The image I’ve chosen today reveals the truth about what happens when we try to silence all thinking except the popular opinions of the day. We’re better than that. We’re a country different, unique and built on Judeo/Christian values. Those values are under attack. We ALL have the right to speak.
Since I qualify as an aging adult, I feel I might be able to shed some light on the truth of aging vs. the myths connected with them. There are many of both. The truth is that our bodies ae disintegrating. We don’t have the flexibility of youth nor the stamina. Our knees are screaming for relief and falling down occurs not because we’re clumsy and addled, but because those joints happen to give out from time to time. Our skin is drying out. Isn’t it interesting that the commercials for creams to prevent aging are being used on women under 21?
One common myth that many young people consider as truth is that all old people think about is dying and going to heaven. I guess it’s partly true if you believe that this is not our eternal home. I happen to be one of them, so I’m looking forward to heaven, but I’m not going to stop living while I inhabit the earth. God doesn’t want me to do that either.
As we age, our conversations change. Our opinions on politics and the condition of the world may not be popular, but often make a lot of common sense – of which there may not be a lot of anyway. Instead of talking about how many miles we’ve walked, we tend to discuss our bathroom habits. We talk about our aches and pains more often than we should. We dwell on unimportant things and make them into life shattering issues. Part of this is because we have more time on our hands. There is a solution to that too. Do something! Get involved in a health club, a senior activity center, a volunteer position where you can encourage others. Just because we have more time to think about ourselves, we don’t have to. Being with others, helping them in some way, (even a word of encouragement or wisdom) bringing them lunch or better yet take them out to lunch. Meet your friends for coffee and conversation. Take up a new hobby. Investigate classes for art, weaving, theatre, writing or any of the activities you never had time for before.
Our bodies will expire someday, just like the salad dressing in the refrigerator. We don’t know when that day will be, but while we’re here we can make a difference. Don’t ask us to be an activist, although I know a few seniors who are still very voracious in that area. Don’t expect us to give up watching “Jeopardy,” or playing cards. We deserve those tiny pleasures. As young adults, look ahead to what it will be like for you. Would you want to be cooped up in a nursing home just waiting to die? We can be vital until our dying breath. Let us be. Encourage us to be. Sometimes we forget what our motivation is in life. I believe that we all serve an active purpose for living. We can change minds, we can listen and give advice, we have a lifetime of experience we can share that might make someone else’s journey a little easier.
We’re all in this together is a much overused term today, but it’s true. If we can find a common denominator, we can move mountains. We can change the course of history, help others, and most importantly – LIVE!
So who exactly is Steady Eddy and what can we learn from him? You might consider the tortoise in Aesop’s fable about his race against the rabbit. Obviously the hare is designed for speed but his pride in his abilities gets in the way of his winning because he takes his talent for granted and knows he has the race sewn up.
The Tortoise, on the other hand, takes his time, follows the map, isn’t distracted by outside influences and knows he has to work hard to win.
Do you know any Steady Eddies? Maybe you can relate to his strategy much more than the show off of a rabbit who gives way to multiple distractions and loses the race.
I think we all have both personalities within us. Maybe we’ve worked out to ready ourselves. We get enough rest and take care of ourselves physically and mentally. If we’re like the Hare we don’t need to work on ego, because he considers himself a winner before the race begins.
Steady Eddie is reliable, responsible, ambitious at a steady pace, conscientious and at times rather boring, but he’s known to get a job done with great integrity.
The Hare is flashy, charismatic, charming, physically ready, but often overconfident.
Which one are you? Are you only one or a combination of both?
A light haze kissed the surface of the steamy water as we set sail that morning. Sea gulls hung in the air searching for their breakfast. It seemed too hot to venture out on the boat that morning, but it felt like the only relief from the summer heat. The wake licked the sides of our craft as it cut stealthily through the mist. The sun grew hotter and there was no break from the 103 degree temperatures. We made our way back to the dock and spent the rest of the day dangling our toes into the sultriness of the lake. In the meantime, we find respite in total emersion into those steamy waters. Â
It seems that once or twice a year, I wonder why I’m still writing this blog.  The truth is, I often wonder if I’m writing it for the right purpose. As soon as I see my ratings drop, I can’t help thinking that I’m being selfish in continuing.  I’ve been blogging for about 7 years. It was an offshoot of some inspirational quotes I was posting on Facebook, along with a creative desire to write. In a way, I was keeping a journal of my daily living and finding something in each day that might help someone else to get through theirs.Â
I started writing when I first learned how to actually form sentences and wrote my first full length musical play when I was twelve. I thought it was phenomenal. It was the story of a prince who becomes a member of the working class. He falls in love with a commoner and we all know the end of that story. It consisted of songs, magnificent costumes, a cast of hundreds and words that went on and on. I was so proud of myself as I turned it in to be graded by my eighth grade teacher. He took one look at the size of the manuscript and said, “This is much more than I asked for and definitely not something we could do in our classroom.” I was crushed. In fact I didn’t write another thing for a couple years.Â
When I got over myself, I let the muse loose and started to write again. I’ve written over a hundred plays and skits, three unfinished novels, many children’s stories, a memoir, articles, a screenplay or two, commercials and dabbled in poetry. I’m not saying this to impress anyone. The only things I ever published were my memoir, “Stages,” which was self published and an article for Chicken Soup For the Soul. I have a fear of rejection, so most of my work is stuffed away in a loose leaf binder or on a memory stick. Â
In writing a blog, I saw an opportunity to share my love for my Savior with others – to show them that if God was interested in me and my failures, he certainly would listen to them and give them answers, comfort, guidance or all of the above. I’m not a qualified teacher of God’s Word. My words are often clumsy and not well thought out in advance. When I’ve written without editing, I immediately pick up on mistakes once the piece has been published. Some times I express my political views, while other times I address things like parenting, aging, humor, entertainment and art.
So this weekend, I decided to take a vacation from blogging indefinitely. When we went to church and enjoyed some fellowship with others after the service, my husband relayed the information about my blog to one of our members. We talked a lot about how important it is for us to share the things that are “really” going on in our lives with fellow believers, so that we can lift each other up and encourage one another in all those trials. Maybe this is what God wants me to do.Â
As Paul and I talked yesterday about growing older and not being able to physically serve in the church as we did when we were younger, I suggested that our time of serving might be over, but our time of grace was still available. That thought stuck with me through the day, and I realize that this blog needs to continue – not for my glory, but so that God can be magnified and others will see how He can change lives.
So, you’re stuck with me. I may not be around for another seven years, but I guess you’ll be seeing me – Kathy Boecher at atimetoshare.me for a little longer.
We’re living in an era of extremes.. Temperatures our rising, tempers are too. We’re experiencing drought conditions in some parts of the country while others are surrounded by floods. We hear our president give words of reassurance regarding the situation in Afghanistan and at the same time we see mobs in the streets and a Taliban unit of special forces, loaded with arms from the United States. What are we to think? Does God even hear our voices anymore?
When times of extreme testing occur, it’s natural for us to want someone to blame and it would seem God is the perfect recipient. He controls the wind, the seas and skies and the very weather that surrounds us. He is often accused of the storms that happen to each one of us as we trudge through every day. Why do we attack the only One who can bring us relief?
Our headlines are filled with gloom and doom. People are raging at one another to get vaccinated. Those who don’t should assume the blame of killing off their neighbors, Blame God, blame your friends and family. Blame the media. Blame science. Actually the only ones we have to blame for this state of affairs is US! You and me and all the citizens of the world could be living in paradise today, but man fell into temptation and thus we are still paying for his foolish mistake. Once sin entered the world everything became tarnished and difficult. God tells us that we’ll endure hardships in this life. He doesn’t cause them, but allows them to happen to strengthen us. All the bad things of life can be blamed on Satan, but it’s really mankind that fell from God’s perfect world. Satan was first to do that however and he’s been shoving his way through minds, emotions, fears, anger, hatred, anxiety, hopelessness and despair since the creation of man. He continues to hammer away at us through temptation, but also by turning us from the relationship we have with God and into his snare of hell.
God even had a solution for that. He sent His Son to destroy Satan. Because Jesus was sacrificed on a brutal cross, suffered for our sins, was scorned, humiliated and spat upon, He alone was the sin bearer for the entire population of the world. When he lay lifeless in the grave, His Spirit was doing battle with the evil one and finally crushed him, so that he has no power over us anymore. When Jesus returned to life and showed his risen body to many after the resurrection, He also show us that we will rise again after death. Our sins have been paid for and we will become a part of God’s heavenly paradise.
I can’t imagine the pain that people are going through right now, but I know that God went through much more to bring us eternal life. When we place the burdens of life on His shoulders, we are in an active relationship with Him. I’m not saying the pain will disappear or that the anxiety will lessen, but you will be able to get through it with God’s precious gift to us. Instead of looking at the worst case scenario, we need to look for the positives even in the darkness that surrounds us. He will sustain us. He will carry our load. He will bring us safely to heaven and give us a special place in his heavenly realm.
GOD IS DEFINITELY OUR REFUGE AND STRENGTH – A GREAT HELP IN ALL TIMES OF TROUBLE OR WORRY. HE IS THE ROCK OF OUR SALVATION!
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 our precious lives that bind us 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 breathe new life, Reminding us of days gone by, erasing fears and strife, The old things bring new life to us, they simply can’t be shattered, We learn from past mistakes, you see and that’s what really mattered.
The world is going to hell in a handbasket. It can’t get any worse than it is.  When is this going to end? Those are the kinds of comments I’m hearing a lot these days. It seems we are on the verge of the end of one problem and the next day another issue arises that tops it. We’re in a constant state of getting worse by the second. Frankly, I’m tired of hearing all the bad stuff that’s going on in our world. I’m sick of the hype on vaccinations and the shaming that accompanies it. I have had enough about our leadership, our media, our immorality, our disgusting behavior, our selfishness and our shortcomings.
It’s time for a shot in the arm. (No pun intended.) We all need a dose of positive thinking and even when things seem like they can’t get worse, they probably will, and we must learn to live with it. We are not going to change the outcome of what spews from a media that can’t be trusted. We can’t fight city hall. We can’t put our heads in the ground like an ostrich, but we can turn to God before He becomes a last resort.
The many men and women who put their lives on the line – the brave individuals who stood up against persecution – those who gave their lives in defense of what they believed to be honorable – who shed blood for an idea – gave up everything in the face of destruction – the uncelebrated heroes of the faith who stood against what appeared to be the worst event in their lives – still received the kingdom of God. Â
Things are going to get worse. It’s like Murphy’s Law. When we think it can’t get any worse, it does. We have good days and we have bad ones, but we are never going to have perfect days as long as we live on this planet. We do, however, have the promise of eternal life and even if when we’re called to breathe our last, we can be sure that God is with us through it all.
That may seem small consolation to some, but it’s the best news anyone can possess. It’s truth in its purest form. The words of comfort come to us from God, the Creator of heaven and earth – the One who knew you before your conception – the One who sacrificed everything to give you the best – the One who loves you with no conditions or strings. His words are written down in the Bible for our benefit. They give us hope for a future here on earth and in heaven.Â
When it looks like every new challenge is insurmountable, you can count on His Word to you. Trust in God. Do not run away from Him. He is the only solution to the mess we’ve created for ourselves on this planet. Instead of playing the blame game, ask for forgiveness and pray for your enemies. Their eternal life was also bought and paid for by God. Pray that their minds are opened to His great mercy.
Last night was rerun night on PBS along with their usual campaign to raise funds. We’ve seen this series many times and it never fails to satisfy. Ken Burns always brings us to a different plain when it comes to how we feel about our country. In this series about the National Parks, it reignites those feelings of pride in our country and one of the best ideas it ever had.
As we look at the magnificent photography of these wild and natural places, filled with beauty beyond compare its hard not to be thankful and amazed all at the same time. These places are like the “beginning of creation,” and they need to remain that way. The parks have grown in number and are visited by their owners (the citizens of America) every summer. I remember going through some when our children were younger. Because they are part of us we have an obligation to keeping them safe and free from the infestation of those who would turn them into side shows and tourist traps. Fortunately that hasn’t happened – yet.
I can’t help but wonder how long that will last. Remember, if you will, how the land was eaten up by early American settlers in search of a better place to live, along with the very rich who built up that land with factories, cities, railroads and industry of all sorts. In the process, a whole nation filled with Native Americans was displaced or destroyed. Not to mention those who searched for their fortune in the land itself during the gold and silver rushes of our history. Then the land poured out its oil and a whole different group of investors made yet another fortune.
I also wonder where all these newcomers to our nation will live as we keep making room for more and more immigrants. Mind you, I’m not saying anything about those who legally enter our country. I am descended from immigrants as most every American is. What will our America look like in another hundred years? Will the wild places be devoured by humans? Will our national treasures turn into landfills or slum filled cities? I pray that never happens, but it is something to think about.
When the National Parks came into being, we were in the middle of a civil war. Even in a time of crisis our leaders were looking out for the unbelievable landscapes that remained unscathed by human hands. These places are a heritage that we must maintain as they are today.
As Americans we often look at this word as a means whereby discussions lead to agreement on one thing or another. The word itself was derived from the Latin and basically meant to do business. Unfortunately, the tact involved in negotiation has somewhat slipped into the abyss. Even in our own country, where freedom of speech is allowed, standing up for our own principles and ideas has taken a back seat to following the crowd, or doing what is popular or politically correct. We are asked to tolerate everything and yet our own opinions are very often overlooked and not tolerated at all.
Having a discussion or negotiating involves more that one person. The ultimate negotiation comes when both or all parties come to a satisfactory agreement. Usually this doesn’t happen when one side or the other refuses to budge.
“What causes quarrels and what causes fights among you? Is it not this, that your passions are at war within you? You desire and do not have, so you murder. You covet and cannot obtain, so you fight and quarrel. You do not have, because you do not ask.”
James 4:1-2
The above Bible verse explores the possibility of disagreements being caused by inner fights within the mind or thoughts of one of the parties. In such cases, negotiation is pointless, because you will never change the mind of someone who is conflicted themselves. When we dive into the realm of politics and discuss these things with others, we can always plan on a fight of some kind. Most often it results in the defeat of one of the people involved. That defeat can lead to anger, revenge or retaliation in some form or another.
When we come together to share ideas – to try to come up with solutions to problems – make the necessary concessions – we need to come with an open mind, not rigidity, relentlessness or immovability, If we can’t do so, we’re shutting the door before we even have a chance to voice our thoughts and opinions.
Many who have this strong, stubborn streak are advocates for being tolerant and kind to everyone, but that doesn’t always manifest in their actions. Jesus wants us to love one another, even when we don’t always agree. Part of kindness is being willing to open yourself to other people’s opinions along with sharing your own without being negative.
We could use a little kindness right now. Our civilization is living on the edge. People are unsure of what lies ahead. They’re insecure, frightened and deeply concerned about the state of affairs in our world and in our homes. Please, if you are going to talk about vaccinations, COVID19, masks or the political climate in our world, stop and think before you speak and do so in a way that you’d want to be treated.
Every day it seems something new hits the headlines. We’re fearful of a variant of COVID. We fear for the safety of our country. We wonder about our political leaders and their competency. We hear of horrific crimes against humanity. Death is at the gate.
Kids will soon be returning to school. Will they be wearing masks? What will they be taught? Are they becoming more and more confused by issues that used to be pretty cut and dried? Some will be graduating and moving on to life changing careers. What does the future hold for them?
It seems that each day brings some bad news that definitely will test our will to go on and create fears in our mind. It does become overwhelming to even those who place their trust in God. We have no control over the wind, the rains, the sun. We can’t count the stars in the heavens. In the face of God’s magnificence, we are very small. We think for some reason that we can change things – that we can find the answers to the world’s problems – that we can interfere in God’s plan for life.
It would be nice to look ahead and see the light at the end of the tunnel. If only we had the proverbial Genie in the magic lamp or a true fortune teller who could give us a glimpse into what lies ahead. But, would that be any better? If we knew what was coming next, it might be very depressing and draw us further into the pit of despair.
Many might say that all the things going on in our world right now are signs of the coming of the end of the world. Well the Bible tells us that no one knows when that will occur. There have been signs since the beginning of the first human beings. Death was one of those signs. We all have that to contend with. We can’t escape death, but we have the promise that because God delivered us from sin, we will inherit eternity in heaven. That’s the truth and a promise you can depend on. We may not know what will happen next, but we do know that our future is in God’s hands and even before we die, He will be there to take care of us.
2 Timothy 3:1-7
“But understand this, that in the last days there will come times of difficulty. 2 For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, 3 heartless, unappeasable, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not loving good, 4 treacherous, reckless, swollen with conceit, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, 5 having the appearance of godliness, but denying its power. Avoid such people. 6 For among them are those who creep into households and capture weak women, burdened with sins and led astray by various passions, 7 always learning and never able to arrive at a knowledge of the truth.”Â
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.
Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
God's amazing grace removes walls and replaces those barriers with Jesus, freedom from sin's consequences, freedom to forgive, and freedom to love unconditionally.
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