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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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THE GOOD WIFE
Today I was going to write about Job’s exhortation accepting the bad things that happen along with the good. When confronted by his wife to denounce God, he said, “You speak as one of the foolish women would speak. … Continue reading
BLUE HAIRED WOMAN
There are things that happen when you age that I never expected. Your memory fades. You can leave a room on a mission to do something, but forget it completely when you arrive at your destination. Your body sags in … Continue reading
DREAMS
The story of Joseph, the young interpreter of dreams, has intrigued people of all ages for centuries. Joseph didn’t always make friends when he related the meaning of dreams, but he continued to do so. I’ve been known to have some very weird … Continue reading
RIPPLES
Original art by Paul T. Boecher© Water remains stagnant until life comes into it, When it does, the water becomes full of endless movement, Swirling, tumbling, flowing, ebbing, descending, spreading, Taking it to a totally new dimension, Life is like that … Continue reading
COME UNTO ME
There are days when I wish I could simply walk into heaven and know that God would be waiting there with open arms. There are other days when I feel there is still so much I should do here … Continue reading
NOW WHAT?
Their world had been torn apart. The tomb was empty. Jesus was dead and now someone had stolen His body. It was more than they could bear. The early morning revelation must’ve been one of the most exciting part of … Continue reading
THANK YOU, JESUS
Original art by Paul T. Boecher© I cannot imagine life without him. He has filled me with confidence when I had none. He has bound my innermost wounds and caused their healing. He makes each moment of life important even … Continue reading
HE IS NOT HERE. HE IS RISEN!
Original art by Paul T. Boecher© He died that I could live. He suffered pain and loss. He gave all He could give, upon that rugged cross. But on that awesome day, so many years ago, He for my sins … Continue reading
BELIEVING THE IMPOSSIBLE
There are days when I wonder what on earth I’m still doing here. I spend hours trying to figure out some new technology when I could have completed three loads of laundry. I wake up early only to spend that … Continue reading
ANGER AND RAGE AND HATE, OH MY!
He tells it like it is and even though he’s not the average politician, he’s followed by those who have held their anger with the government within. They yearn for new leadership without the ties to an overly corrupt body of administrators. … Continue reading
I AM
Original mural painted on wall of our Christian elementary and Middle School in Golden Valley, MN by Paul T. Boecher© Jesus told us, through His writer John, who he was. He was sent to earth to fulfill a promise made … Continue reading
MY LORD, MY KING
Original art by Paul T. Boecher© You are my Lord and King. Without you I am lost. My praise to you I bring, for paying the great cost. You died upon the cross to save a wretch like me. … Continue reading
REDEMPTION
Original art by Paul T. Boecher© Through the cobwebs of existence – through the darkness of our strife – Through the dankness of our sinfulness and wickedness of life Through the deepest, darkest pits of hell and the helplessness we … Continue reading
THE CURSE OF THE CROSS
Many years ago, a group of our church members were putting the finishing touches on our newly built sanctuary. My husband had the honor of constructing the cross which would be placed at the front. It was made of railroad ties … Continue reading
TAKE HIS HAND
Original art by Paul T. Boecher© When the way is cluttered with the fog of uncertainty, take his hand. His hands are open to the world. He reaches out to heal. He touches and His will is done. He knows … Continue reading
HE TAKES MY HAND
Original art by Paul T. Boecher© His hands are open to the world. He reaches out to heal. He touches and His will is done. He knows just how we feel. He took on human flesh to be the … Continue reading
WHAT TIME IS IT.
There’s something about losing an hour that completely throws me off. You’d think I’d be happy for the extra few minutes of sunshine and delighted that it will stay dark until 7 AM, but for me, daily savings time is … Continue reading
THE SCOURGE
39 lashes was the limit. More than that would have probably caused death. The object of lashing was to inflict severe pain and humiliation. It was part of the ritual of crucifixion – a means to cause the criminal … Continue reading
THANK YOU, JESUS
Original art by Paul T. Boecher© I had no gift to offer on the morning of His birth. My voice had no great songs to sing. The gifts I could give had no possible worth? My words were not worthy to bring? … Continue reading