Thursday July 30 2015  THE DAY IS DONE

GOD SEES THE ME INSIDE

By Kathleen Martens

July 30, 2015

8:24 P.M. 

The day is done.  Twilight is deepening.

Shadows gone. 

Quiet of evening graces my world.

I sit in solitude

Still able to see the nasturtiums

In the yard below.

As light fades

I peer out the window and I see

My face looking back at me,

A transparent self, I look beyond.

And I find myself asking

Who is that old woman who peers back at me?

Slowly,

Ever so slowly,

I am making her acquaintance.

Just as in my adolescent years

My body is again changing.

Once again

Altering my appearance.

New things I must get used to.

And by the time I get used to them,

They change again.

I again try to adapt

And soon realize

There is no adapting.

Only constant and surprising change.

And deep inside

There I am.

Young and vibrant.

Looking from the inside out

I am still the Me I’ve always been.

It is sad that that outside eyes

Looking in do not see the real me.

Others only see the shell

That houses my spirit.

I’m so glad that God sees the Me

Inside.

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Well, I don’t know where that poem came from.  Sounds like it was written by a melancholy old woman with too much time on her hands.  Well, part of it is correct.  I am the “old woman” but by far from being melancholy or with too much time on my hands.

I am trying to be a good patient and recuperate quickly.  The only thing is I keep forgetting I’m not supposed to be doing much with my upper body.  I am very allergic to internal sutures so this time the doctor did not mend me inside with stitches.  I just must be bound very tightly for two weeks so my internal incisions can grow back together.  Then I will go and have the outer sutures taken out.  Usually, even the outer sutures are dissolvable but not for me.  I have to have a follow-up ultra sound to look at all the tissue inside on August 25 (one month from the surgery).  That will show if there are any more growths taking place.

I said all that to say this.  I think I probably overdid it today.  I got out in the yard and pulled weeds (great big weeds) out by the roots for a couple of hours this morning.  Then I realized, oops, I better stop.  So I did.  Dave climbed to the roof and cleaned out the gutters while I pulled the weeds.  At 9:00 a.m. the man arrived to clean the windows.  He left at 5:00.  He worked all day without even taking a break.  I felt bad for him.  I didn’t even see him eat lunch.  The house sparkles now.  I love it.  At least for this week!  They do get dirty rather quickly here in the woods.

And of course today is Thursday…FOOD DAY!!!  I made corn chowder soup.  Be sure and scroll down and see my bounty!  It is delicious.  It has fresh thyme in it.  My fridge is full to overflowing so I will need to come up with some more recipes to make tomorrow.  I still have a little room left in my freezers.

We are having the Intimacy Conference (I mistakenly said in an earlier blog “Love Conference”) at church and Dave went both this morning and this evening.  Thus, my solitude that the poem above refers to.  It is nice sometimes to just be home alone.  I love being alone.  Probably because I know Dave will be coming home to me.  Oh yes, I also made a new Vegetable Strata today.  Same recipe.  It is in the fridge spending the night as instructed by the directions.  I will cook it in the morning.  Dave just loves this dish.  Our neighbor and good friends, John and Carolyn who live behind us, picked Dave up for church tonight since they were going to.  Church is 13 miles away so we ride with each other when convenient for both them and us.  I finally got the kitchen cleaned up of all the food stuff and fixings and then remembered I hadn’t written my blog.

Just so you know, I love writing my blog.  Some days I just don’ t have the time to really say all I would like to say.  And tonight is one of those nights.  I am tiring from being naughty and working too hard so I  must say goodnight.

July 30, 2015 Calendar wisdom:  “Wealthy is a double blessing when it’s used for the blessing of others.”

My wisdom: “And whether we see ourselves as wealthy or not, if we live in the United States and have a place to live and food to eat, we are wealthy to the world.  Never forget to give thanks to our God for every blessing we have.”

Wednesday July 29 2015    TO HEAR WHAT NEEDS TO BE HEARD

No title yet on  my title bar above so I guess I really don’t know exactly what I am going to write about.  Let me think about that for a moment.

TO HEAR WHAT NEEDS TO BE HEARD

By Kathleen Martens

July 29^th 2015

Let’s see, I’m supposed to be recovering, but I don’t feel sick.

I’m not supposed to lift, but I see things that need lifting.

I’m not supposed to exercise, but I’d like to shake a stick. (hey, it rhymes with sick)

My mind wants to work, rather than just drifting.

Instructions to rest, when I see so much to do

And I desire to cook, when I should be in bed.

With so many tasks, I could sneak in a few

I can always rest, after I’m dead.

Or I could watch that thing called T.V.

Or write a blog if I had something to write.

Or just be with my Lord and me

And bathe in His wonderful light!

That’s what I’ll do when I finish this rhyme,

Is get out my Bible and read God’s word.

I haven’t really had very much time

 To hear what needs to be heard.

Ah Ha!  I have my title for my title bar.

So now I know what to do.

Just so you know, it really is very difficult for me to sit, lie down, be idle, (be quiet?), when there is so much I’d love to be doing.

My day was simple like yesterday.  Except for one thing.  Dave had to leave for his Wednesday evening meeting and so I got up out of bed and drove out to see the world.  Now it is legal for me to drive.  I was told I could not drive for 48 hours and it was actually 52 hours before I left the house.  I needed yogurt so that was a good excuse to go to the store.  Now remember the store I go to has 2 stop signs between here and the store and it is about 6 miles away.  My soul just fed on the beauty of the green around me.  I drive up over a steep hill and as I am coming down the other, side the panorama is absolutely stunning.  We had a fast falling and hard rain early this morning (5:30 a.m.).  The wind has been brisk all day and the air was sparkling clear.  One of those exquisite afternoons without any haze or obstruction in the air quality.  It was perfect outside.  I had my windows down and just enjoyed the exhilaration of being alive.  Three days is a long time for me to be confined.  I felt as if I had just broken out of jail.  Now of course Dave doesn’t know this quite yet.  I guess he’ll find out when he sees the yogurt.  After I went to the store my car just drove over to MacDonald’s because it knew I NEEDED a soft serve ice cream cone.  I enjoyed every bite.  And now I am paying for it.  Too much sugar without protein!  It makes my heart get out of whack.  I only do it every once in a while.  It is my short coming.  So now I guess I have a reason to go to bed.

A little confession helps!

Tomorrow is another day.  I’ll be one day closer to being able to do my full routine.  That will feel awesome.  I have company coming Sunday for three days.  I so look forward to our time together.  Betts is my daughter’s birth grandmother and very dear to my heart.

There is a lot I could talk about but I’d probably just be rambling (from bordom) so I won’t bore you today.  I’ll do that on another day.  I will tell you about a new recipe my neighbor told me.  It is easy, inexpensive, quick, and healthy.

It seems like cabbage must grow very well because we certainly do get a lot of it in our Farm Box.  I have given the neighbors a few cabbages over the past few weeks.  Karen came over and told me a new recipe she found called “CABBAGE STEAK”.  Here it is:

Slice the cabbage about one to two inches thick.  I do it closer to the one inch mark.  Use a brush to spread a good olive oil on both sides of each slice.  Rub with garlic, I use the jarred garlic and let some of it stay on the leaves and in the cracks of the cabbage.  Salt and pepper  (do everything on both sides) and cook it in a preheated 350 degree oven, 10 minutes on each side.  I also put other herbs on mine (use your taste desires) and fresh Parmesan cheese.  Bake till tender.  DELICIOUS WHEN SERVED HOT!

Cabbage season is coming up.  Try it.  You might like it!

Goodnight and God bless all of you.

Calendar wisdom for July 29^th  “True compassion is love in action.”

Tuesday July 28, 2015  A DAY OF REST

Shortest blog ever?  Well, let’s see.

I got up.

I showered.

I ate.

I “worked in my library” (by reading a book)

I ate.

I went to bed.

I slept.

I woke up.

Ate popcorn.

Ready to go back to bed.

But must eat first.

Then go back to bed.

And of course all because I was instructed to rest in order to heal.

Feel great.

That’s all today folks.  Pretty boring to read BUT AWESOME TO LIVE THROUGH!

WHAT IS LIFE?

Kathleen Martens

July 28, 2015

What is life

But little pleasures?

Each moment

An infinite treasure.

Live it fully

With no regrets

Let your choices

Be the best.

Give time to God

His intimacy real

Let His voice

To you reveal.

How much He loves

How much He gives

To our every moment

That we live.

Then give to others

What you receive

And share the joy

You perceive.

And at night

You will sleep

In peace and comfort

Very deep.

Calendar Wisdom July 28, 2015

“Love is a little blind; when we love someone dearly we unconsciously overlook many faults.”

Monday July 27 2015  THE BEST COMING OUT

Well, I even surprise myself as I sit here at my rickety table desk on a sunny afternoon.  It is 3:56 p.m. and I am home.  Up, feeling well, (with an icepack hanging under my arm and around my chest) writing my blog.  Yesterday I could only suppose how I would be feeling today.  As Dave said earlier “This is the best coming out party you have ever had!”  He was referring to me coming out of anesthesia.  I have had such horrible reactions in the past that I actually had to be put in ICU on one occasion (and that was with a tonsillectomy at age 26.)  Not fun!

Today was different.  The anesthesiologists (2) who spoke with me really listened to my past history and tried some new techniques and drugs on me.  Whatever they were, they worked marvelously.  When I was wheeled out of my first admittance room I was already off in never, never land.  Don’t even remember Dave walking with me or kissing me before I entered through the surgery doors.  Two hours later I was back in my room with the sounds of life muffled around me as I surfaced from the land of the sleeping.  It’s as if a part of my life didn’t exist.  Total darkness, total unknowing, total nonexistence.  And then, there I was again.  In the past I would surface to dizziness, heaving, and needing to empty my bladder.  Not a good combination.   I have a two hour bladder capacity, day or night.  Just think, I could write a book on how I toured the United States two hours at a time.  I probably saw more than most people because I stopped an average of every two hours.  That was one of the joys of traveling alone.  I had no one to get impatient or peeved at my frequent stops.  It was totally okay with me.  I got along with myself extremely well.

Back to today.  I slowly came to life, quickly used a bed pan and then enjoyed my time of just lying there feeling very good.  I was not allowed out of bed for a couple of hours.  I felt so good.  I actually felt it was probably my duty to feel sick and bad so the nurses could have something to do with me.  But I was all smiles and full of conversation.  Dave was my listening ear.  I was so pleased with the outcome of how I felt and the outcome of the surgery I think I was almost euphoric.  Euphoric, meaning all of these things in the Thesaurus:  overjoyed, elated, ecstatic, joyful, enraptured, excited,  and exhilarated.  So yes, I mean I was EUPHORIC in all of these definitions.

My surgery went well.  Both masses were removed through one incision.  The doctor spoke to Dave and said he was pleased at how the surgery turned out.  My breast is intact, the tumors are gone, and I am so happy to have these results.  The prayer, that my prayer warrior friend Judy, prayed over me addressed all of the issues concerning the surgery.  And I know my other prayer warrior friend Lana in New Mexico had prayed the same prayer over me.  The prayer that God would protect me during surgery and allow those tumors to be removed and that I would not need a mastectomy.  There was a lot more to the prayers and I believe that God has answered theirs, mine, and others who have been praying for me.  Yesterday Judy actually prayed that I would come out of surgery without any sickness or problems like I always had in the past.  And boy, was that ever the case.  Dave said he just prayed the prayer of thankgiving to God for good results during the surgery.  Well, he got a good report from the Doctor.  I am so glad I did not spend time worrying about this the past four months, but I am still glad it is over.

When I walked into my house when we returned home from the hospital, for the first time since I have arrived home, I actually felt like I was home.  It was a very interesting feeling and a surprising one.  I hadn’t realize that I hadn’t actually “felt” at home yet.  When I came home on July 1^st it was to an empty house as Dave has a previous standing engagement every Wednesday night.  Though the house looked the same, it needed a little TLC that only a woman’s touch can give.  Since I’ve been here a few things have been done, like cleaning, tidying, lingering cooking smells, carpets cleaned, chandelier polished, everything dusted, and the house rearranged a bit to declutter.  It once again had a lived-in atmosphere present, as if its arms were opened to welcome me home.  I had clean sheets waiting on the bed (as my husband had also done) but my pillow was now in place waiting for me.  I was home.  I was home without the looming possibility of all the what if’s that loomed ahead,  I was home without some of the pressure of the photo work yet to do that I have accomplished over the past couple of weeks.  I was home because my clothes were all clean and ironed and in the closets.  I was home because I had a refrigerator full of prepared foods for the “invalid” I thought I’d be this week.  I was home because I no longer had so many pressing things to do BEFORE the surgery to get ready and prepared for my convalescence.  Expectations I had put on myself because I thought that was what I was supposed to do.  Now I wonder.  I’m thinking about dropping a few expectations I have placed on myself.  And all these thoughts have spilled out of me just this afternoon when I walked through our garage, through the back door into the home that Dave and I have lived in for 29 years.  And I think maybe I am home because I no longer have the immediate threat of walking into our home with all the what ifs there could have been.  What if I had to have the total mastectomy.  What if I really did have cancer lurking in the breast?  Those thoughts lurked around every once in a while.  I knew they were possible threats.  Overall I think I am feeling relief.  I didn’t realize what kind of a burden I may have been carrying around in the silence of my heart.  I know I am in God’s hands but sometimes, if I am honest, there are occasional lingering doubts that the Devil would blow through my mind.  I would just claim God’s peace and all doubts would disappear.  I am so thankful for God, through the good times, the bad times, the hard times, He is always with me.  I thank all of you who prayed for me.  I am home now.  Truly home.  Not just physically, but I am home in my heart.

HIS LOVE IS SO DEEP

By Kathleen Martens

July 27, 2015

In the shadows of my heart

Is there the hidden

That stays so silent

It is forbidden?

Forbidden to show

The truth of thought

That one hides,

That one has fought?

Where does it lurk

But in the darkest place,

Inaccessible to reach

In that prohibited space?

But there is One

Whose arms are so wide,

Whose grasp so strong

He can reach inside.

He will bring to surface,

Help make things right,

All that needs cleaning

By His Holy light.

There is absolutely nothing

That He does not know.

To every prohibited place

He speaks and it goes.

No secret too big

That He will not forgive

When we ask Him to come in,

And in our hearts live.

He will give us strength,

And his wisdom bestow,

His word He will speak,

And His voice we will know.

So dump at His feet

All that junky stuff

That makes living life

Ever so rough.

His peace is perfect

Beyond understanding.

His love is so deep

And ever expanding.

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Perhaps I had a bit of doubt lurking where it should not have been.  I thank God for His healing touch even when I may have harbored some doubts.  I didn’t really realize I was harboring the thoughts until I realized it today.  When I ask God to do things, and then He does them, why am I then so surprised?  Sort of like when my hearing was healed.  Why did I just not expect it?  And when it happened, why did I not even realize what was happening sooner?  Maybe because I am human.  And to think that God still heals me and just keeps on loving me just as I am.  The same way He love you.

I turn my calendar over to read the little stanza on July 27.  Here is the wisdom from my calendar today.  

The truth of Christianity is not a secret which is hidden; it is a secret which is revealed. 

Now for my comment: If you have the love of the Lord in your life, don’t hide it under a basket.  Go and reveal God’s love to others.  Well I love the Lord and I send that Love to all of you!

Signing off!  I think I shall rest, but only because I know I must be good to my body.

The above sentence prompted a search of an email written to me about a blog I wrote on July 16th.  It was sent to me by my sister Velma.  Velma, I do so appreciate the wisdom of your words in regards to how quickly each day goes and how busy I always seem to be.  I take this wisdom to heart.  Thanks for  your comments.  Here is the insert:

“Blog 7/16/15: You will find the days will fly by faster each year and is never long enough. Unless you let yourself get too tired and try to continue without resting; that is the only time when time drags. When you think you need to perform physically as your 30-year-old self and of course you are twice that age you will need to re-evaluate; you MUST take care of yourself. You can’t take care of others without taking care of yourself. You will find when you get a little older routines are necessary otherwise, your physical functions rebel, your timing is off and it can affect your sleep.”

Dave was a pillar of strength today.  I know he is still not up to par and recuperating slowly yet he gave is all.  Other than when I was in surgery he was by my side.  It is difficult for him to not have the place to put his leg up for short rest periods.  It makes all the difference in the world as to how fast he is healing.  So…we must both take care of ourselves so we can take care of each other.  I love having my man around to take care of, and having him around to take care of me.  It feels so good to know how much you are loved!  And he shows it everyday in so many little (and big) ways.  Sometimes it is just the little ways that count so big.

I’M DONE!!! 7:12 p.m.

Sunday Sabbath  July 26, 2015  THE NIGHT BEFORE TOMORROW

A wonderful Sunday Sabbath.  Excellent sermon by a guest speaker, Brian White, who is in town for a Love Conference our church is hosting this week.  It takes place Wednesday through Saturday and I hope to attend some of them if I am able.  It is worth listening to if you have internet.  Google:  City Church, Madison WI and click on media.  It will be up in a couple of days, under today’s date.  This was Dave’s first day back at church since he took ill On July 6^th.  We stayed and visited awhile, then home to lunch and then a delivery of my Senior Portraits that I finished before my surgery, and then off to a garden party at a Beer Brewery.  The only thing was, there were no flowers in the garden.  It was a covered patio area with lots of tables and benches with a tent over the top of it.

So much for a “garden party”.  I’m learning.  We had a great time.  It was a reunion of a group of people who worked in a certain area where Dave used to work.  It was fun for him to see so many past co-workers.  And I always have fun wherever I go so I had a good time too.

Off to Costco (as it was close by) and picked up our weekly chicken and bottled water.  Home for dinner, cleanup, laundry, with the aroma of chicken broth simmering on the stove from the bones of the chicken.

So this may be the shortest blog ever if I cannot think of anything else to say.  My goal is to retire early so I’ll have the energy to be put to sleep for the surgery in the morning and spend the rest of the day sleeping the anesthesia off.

WORRY NOT FOR WHAT IS TO COME

By Kathleen Martens

July 26,  2015

Tomorrow I will be in the garden of sleeping

My body suspended between time and space

My brain asleep as others ponder,

Poke, and probe, my secret place.

I worry not for what is to come

For I am in the Master’s hand.

Whatever the outcome He already knows

And eternity, He commands.

That’s where I’ll be someday yore,

I know not the time or date.

My days numbered before I was born

And only God knows my fate.

So why worry about the unknown

All worry is only time wasted,

When I awaken from my sleep

I’ll be able to see where I’ve been basted.

This body but houses my eternal spirit,

And God shares that dwelling with me

Wherever He wants me, I will go.

And I’m content to just wait and see.

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Oh, by the way.  I thought of something else to share with you.

I want to tell you about a man I know that I just love.  And yes, I say love, for I love his spirt, his twinkling eyes, his care and concern for others, and the way He loves the Lord.  We connect as spiritual friends.  His name just happens to be David, but I do not refer to my one and only love of my life David.  This is another David.  I only give first names so I won’t reveal his last name.  I’ll call him “David from church” so as not to confuse the two.

I met David from church very shortly before I left on my trip.  We probably met in February and I left on March 7^th.  David is a gifted artist.  Not only is he gifted but he is generous and loves to love people.  He is an amazing man with a heart of gold.  I first saw him at church with an array of framed pictures.  The frames were all different as he had collected them from various places likes garage sales and resale shops.  Every frame held a beautiful picture.   All the pictures were the same.  I went over to the table to inspect the ones he laid out.  Someone told me that they were free and to take one.  I was amazed.  I found David from church to verify this because I did want one, plus a couple of others to give away.  I asked him if it was okay to take more than one.  He said absolutely!  I asked him about the artwork in the frames.  It was his artwork.  It consisted of the word LOVE written across the front of the card in large block letters.  Smaller words were overlaid on the word LOVE in small block letters.  Each letter is colored in.  It is beautiful to look at.  Even more beautiful in a frame with words that take scripture and write the meaning of LOVE in everyday language.  I fell in love with the art.  I asked him if I could buy some copies so I could make cards to give away on my trip.  He made me copies but would not let me pay for them.  I received these prints about a week or so before I left for my trip.  I made about 80 plus cards from them by backing them on cardstock with a contrasting trim.  I worked hard to get them finished before I left.  I was so thankful as I was looking for something to leave behind telling everyone how much I appreciated their hospitality.  I did finish them on time, packed them away and handed them out.  I did not get to explain to the recipients that I did not do the artwork.  I’ve had many people send comments to me about them.  I thank you for the comments.  The artwork was done with a labor of love by David from church.  I want to publicly (as far as my blog reaches the public) thank David for his generosity in allowing me to give these beautiful cards to those I loved along the way as well as to new acquaintances that I learned to love.  I so appreciate his generosity in allowing me to use his artwork to give my thanks to others.  It is the words that made the greatest impression on me.  I so wanted to share his words with you.  ;I put the following in red because it is some of the best wisdom you will ever read.

LOVE:

Never gives up

Cares more for others than self

Does not want what it does not have

Does not strut

Does not swell the head

Does not force itself on others

Is not always me first

Does not fly off the handle

Does not keep score of sins

Does not revel when others hurt

Takes pleasure in the flowering of the truth

Puts up with anything

Trusts God always

Always looks for the best to the end

Never looks back

Love never dies

I had to look at each line and weigh it in my heart.  I had some things to learn about myself.  The truth sometimes hurts.  I hope these truths will go to your heart that you too will take each one and try it on for size.  This card caused me to look at each statement and hopefully I am becoming a better person for having read it and pondered it before the Lord.

Thank you again David from church for your generosity in allowing me to share your beautiful artwork with others.

Oh, one more thing about David from church.  David from church is a poet.  How could I not but fall in love with the soul of a poet.  I don’t know David from church very well, nor his wife.  But I do know this, I believe his wife is as special as he is.  God bless you David from church and your wife and children.  You have certainly blessed me and allowed me to bless others through your artwork and words.

Time to go to and prepare for bed.  Nomore water after midnight.  I’m drinking a lot (of water) until the midnight hour to keep myself hydrated.

Who know, if I feel up to it tomorrow evening you may get another blog.  And then again, maybe not.

Good night.  And I send my love to all of you through the words written on David’s from church beautiful artwork.

Wait, one more thing!  Thanks to all of you who may still be reading this blog.  I was so blessed by so many of you along my journey and I want to say thank you, to all of you, for the blessings you gave me.

(Now I’m done)

10:03 p.m.

Saturday July 25 2015   SHORTEST BLOG EVER

I promise this will be the shortest blog ever.  My hours are few and my work is long.  I have a five hour post production photo job ahead today to prepare a musical DVD and presentation for the family I photographed this week, as their baby’s funeral is tomorrow.  I just found that out earlier today as I was leaving for a previous commitment.  So I am home now.  The images are being uploaded onto my machine as I type this.  So, I need to cut my blog short as it is now 4:13 p.m.

An update on my soup foray last evening.  I finished at 12:30 a.m.  All 14 quarts of soups were bottled, waiting to cool for the freezer.  At 2:00 a.m. I checked on them but they were not cool enough.  At 4:00 a.m. they were perfect!  I also made a vegetable strata and had it in the fridge soaking overnight (according to recipe).

When I got up and realized how big that strata was I made last night.  We called a friend and asked if we could bring lunch over.  She has such an amazing yard and Dave had never seen it.  Dave is friend with her husband but men just don’t seem to get together like we women do so he had never been over to their house.  We were leaving when I received the phone call to have the photos ready by tomorrow.  So now we are home and now I will do it.

We had a great time at our friend’s house.  Christy is a gardener, both flowers and vegetables.  They have a large lot on the outskirts of town and I think every square inch of their property is in production of something.  They have 20 different kinds of apple trees, peach, nectarine and some others I can’t remember.  Berries galore grow around their yard with names so different I can’t remember them.  She has currents and sent me home with some of her black current jam.  She also sent me home with a couple bags of MORE FOOD!  Picked right from the garden, of which she raises everything possible.  I’ve included a few pictures of their yard.  I forgot to ask permission to use their picture so I won’t include any with people included.  We had a delightful afternoon.  My goal yesterday was to work and get all my work done so I would have no work to do today.  Maybe that was a good thing because it allows me to have the block of time to work up the baby photo session.

On the way to Christy’s house I stopped and took a few pictures on the highway that I traveled on when I spoke about seeing with new eyes.  The light was not perfect like it was a few days ago because it was later in the day, but I will include a few photos of what I saw as I traveled to the east side where they live.  I ask myself, “How could I choose to live anywhere else”?  I must be fickle because wherever I am always seems to be “the most beautiful place”.  Perhaps that is because the Lord resides within me and wherever I am with Him, is the most beautiful place to be.

SO THE PRESENT NEVER ENDS

By Kathleen Martens

July 25, 2015

When I stop to think about my day,

So still time seems to be.

Each moment is lived unto itself

For my spirit lives so free.

It is the indwelling of the Spirit of God

Of whom I am aware.

He set my course in eternity

And the present is what we share.

Forever I will continually live,

So the present never ends.

Because I live in peace and joy

With Jesus who is my friend.

I’m done!  You see it is short and it is only 5:05 p.m.  Time to go to work!