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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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THESE KIDS TODAY
This week I’m going to talk about parenting. Not because I’m an expert at it. I’m certain I would never have been hailed as Mother of the Year during my tenure of raising three youngsters. I made a ton of mistakes … Continue reading
TEN MANNERS TO TEACH YOUR CHILDREN
I’m going to preface this post with the fact that I’ve lived seven decades and I’ve not only seen a moral degeneration over the years, but I’ve seen some of the most basic manners disappear from society. Most children are … Continue reading
BRING ON THE KIDS
The Gospel message is so beautiful in its simplicity. Our human minds want it to be more. We want to be able to wrap our intelligence around it and figure it out, but God is so awesome, He’s already done … Continue reading
LOST SOCK MEMORIAL DAY
It’s a common dilemma. We’ve all experienced it. It can cause a mother guilt. It’s raised many an eyebrow. The lost sock is known by many but remembered by few, so today has been designated Lost Sock Memorial Day. I … Continue reading
THE NEXT STEP
All those years watching him grow from a tiny baby to a young man – seeing his character develop and his stature increase – the words I heard before his birth – the way he was during childhood – it was beginning to come together. … Continue reading
LOVE MEANS NEVER HAVING TO SAY YOUR SORRY
In 1970 Ali McGraw uttered the words, “Love means never having to say your sorry,” to Ryan O’Neal on her deathbed. I was a young woman at the time and the romance and sadness of the moment resonated with me. … Continue reading
SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL
My dreams are often full of creativity and unusual thoughts which don’t usually manifest themselves in my daily life. Sometimes they become part of a play or story I’m writing. I had a whopper last night and I don’t think even Joseph, the … Continue reading
MY HUSBAND IS AN AMAZING FATHER!
When I first met the man I would someday marry, I had a pretty good idea that he was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. He had a great sense of humor, confidence, he … Continue reading
THE FORGIVING DAD
The story of the prodigal son is a great lesson on how to be a good dad. The meaning of prodigal is “one who spends his inheritance foolishly.” Fortunately that will never happen with our children, because we won’t be … Continue reading
Motherhood Reality
This time of year there are many platitudes floating around regarding motherhood and the fact that these wonderful people should be exalted to a pedestal. Being a mom is a life-changing, life-lasting and life-giving experience. It doesn’t end with the … Continue reading