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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: Sin
AUTUMN CRUD
This is my favorite time of year. The trees are splendidly dressed in their most brilliant colors, the air is crisp and clean, and I even got married in September. One of the side effects of this season for me … Continue reading
TWO CHOICES
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© Relief carving on two panels. Two trees stood in the garden there, Their beauty filled with fruit to spare, Conditions went along with each, The fruit from both was in their … Continue reading
OLD RAGS
I’ve been sorting through crates of costumes that were packed away in our garage for the past year. Before we moved, I didn’t realize I would have no further use for these things, so they were sealed up and made … Continue reading
FRUIT OF THE SPIRIT
ORIGINAL ART & INSPIRATION FROM PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© GALATIANS 5:22-23 “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.” Fruit, luscious, ripe and sumptuous, A result … Continue reading
LABOR
Originally posted 9/3/2016 ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© Sounds from the railroad tracks penetrate the stillness of night, The hoisting of cars to be transported the next morning, Leaves a lasting impression, Labor never ends on the … Continue reading
REMOVE THE PLANK
As we prepare for the coming solar eclipse, we’re being warned not to focus directly on it. If we do, we’re allowing for damage to the retina and possible blindness. I wonder if it would make any difference to our … Continue reading
SAYING GOODBYE
Yesterday was a day of bringing up old memories, wounds, dirt and cobwebs. We finally began to tackle the plethora of boxes within our garage. These cartons and crates were tucked away when we moved last fall, to be gone … Continue reading
ANGER & MALICE & RAGE, OH MY!
When we moved to Minneapolis in 1973, we were thrilled to be living in a “big” city that maintained good values – had an amazing art community – was a beautiful metropolis and still had a home town feel to … Continue reading
INSIDE OUT
ORIGINAL ART BY PAUL T. BOECHER & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER© Scuffed by the constant thrashing of the elements, Exterior somewhat battered by overuse, Sitting quietly in the peace of the harbor,, Waiting for another chance, Like us, clothed in … Continue reading
FREEDOM FROM ANXIETY
“Tiger Lilies” Art & Poetry by Kathy Boecher© When fears and worries are so real, We sometimes wonder why we feel, The pangs of deep depression. The weight’s extreme – we lose all hope, Our hearts grow sad – for … Continue reading
