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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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It started when I was just a child. I’d concoct stories which would be turned into plays. When in eighth grade, I wrote a full length play, which would’ve required a cast of thousands, a set worthy of Cecil B. … Continue reading
Everyone has at least one funny story to share about a relative of theirs. Maybe those people don’t event realize you feel this way. My family happens to be full of great characters – real people with interesting responses … Continue reading
When I was a child, I found great solace in the literature of the past. Books like RIP VAN WINKLE and THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW held great fascination for my imaginative young mind. The beauty of reading a well … Continue reading
“Writing is the painting of the voice.” Voltaire What does it take to be a writer? No it isn’t the flashiest computer money can buy. It has little to do with your opinion. It’s really nothing more than a discipline. So, … Continue reading
Those of us who strive to put out a daily blog may find it difficult to create something new and exciting. We search the internet for trending news, popular topics, current events and many of us go to the manual … Continue reading
A couple weeks ago, I shared with you that I’m starting a new line of work. It isn’t a full time position. In fact, I’ll just be working at this particular facility once a month. I have to admit I … Continue reading
ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© At first I took a pencil in my hand, And etched words onto a lined tablet, Penmanship was still alive, And cursive script soon covered linen pages, As time passed, My … Continue reading
I’ve been known for fantastical, out of this world, nonsensical and truly weird dreams. Last night I dreamt I went in for some kind of surgery and came out with tattoos all over my body. Mind you, I have never been … Continue reading
When I started blogging three years ago, I never dreamed it would become such a time consuming endeavor. I’ve always felt strongly about certain issues, yet never felt comfortable confronting them face to face with others. Writing has allowed me … Continue reading
“Thus out of small beginnings greater things have been produced by His hand that made all things of nothing, and gives being to all things that are; and, as one small candle may light a thousand, so the light here … Continue reading
Anyone who edits is indeed worthy of the gold. Especially when I send my things by email on my phone. They should be sainted actually.
This is so true. Some of the greatest ideas come in our dreams, but how on earth do we remember them. Wouldn’t be great to be able to plug in a USB port directly into our brain?
MY GRAMMAR DIDN’T DIE ON THE INTERNET. SHE DIED IN HER BED.