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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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Tag Archives: rebirth
BORN AGAIN OR REBORN?
I’m amazed by the extraordinary stories of how people come to faith in God. Many of them have been extremely inspirational and demonstrate the zeal of their faith. My story is different. Some might even find it boring. I’m a … Continue reading
Twisted and battered, weathered and worn, aged through the ravage of time, Broken and tattered, beaten and torn, victim of nature’s own crime, Stands straight and tall, defeated yet strong, its outside is scuffed not dead, Inside alive, though things … Continue reading
WOMAN OF THE NIGHT
It wasn’t unusual for men to knock on my door in the middle of the night. It had become a welcome mat for as long as I can remember. I wasn’t proud of my lifestyle. It ate away at me both day … Continue reading
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