Our memories and our perspective. Our memories are special. How we remember things from our childhood and reality are not always the same. The summer I was 4, I fell out of a moving car. We were going swimming on a hot summer day. I was in a... read more
Moving past denial. I recently read two really well written blogs. Thinking on bravery and Facing Giants . Reading one lead me to the other. Before we think about facing giants, we are in denial. When we stop denying, we then are left facing the... read more
Discipline and punishment are not the same thing. My definition of these two things is simple. Punishment is done to stop certain behavior at the moment. Prisons are for punishment. Discipline teaches a lesson. We learn from one but rarely nothing... read more
Memories lost I have had Alzheimer s touch my life several times over the past years. Three friends and an aunt. Mary was the first. It seemed all of a sudden she looked at me yet didn t see me. We had been in many Bible studies together. I talked... read more
Not when will it end, but when did it begin. Answer that question and you re on the right path to a solution. When will it end? Every time there is another violent attack, many ask when will it end. I ask when did it begin? The slow eroding of our... read more
Spending Christmas Day in the hospital is not make an enjoyable Christmas. 2016 was not a good year. Let39;s back up some first. For over 10yearsI needed no anti inflammatories for my RA. Tylenol was all I needed and only occasionally. In the summer... read more
Friday it began to snow, a lot. My husband was slow attaching the snow thrower to his Cub Cadet. He worked most of Friday morning attaching the thrower. He came in the house a few times to warm up. We have a very long driveway. The garage is behind... read more
Walking on my Garden Path While walking on my garden path That runs between the wild flowers The peace I feel from deep within A place I could spend so many hours This path at first is large patio blocks All nice and neat in a solid row Straight and... read more
Many years ago, I always worked in the summer VBS program. Back in the day when it was during the morning hours before so many switched to nights. I was, in many ways both exciting and frustrating. One year with the third grade class I was leading,... read more
When I saw the Bible verse for today, I knew I must post this newest poem, Shadow of Wings. Some of my favorite verses are in reference to being under or in the shadow of Godrsquo;s wings. I like the KJV with the word under rather then in the shadow read more
Shadow of Death This was inspired by the 23rd Psalm. I realized as I was reading that beautiful Psalm, that the shadow of death is not just what we face in times of trouble or when we face actual physical death. We, because of the fall, live in the... read more
These beautiful flowers hung in my living room over my TV for several years. They were getting dusty and dirty. Last winter I had my husband take them down and put them upstairs. I told him we will hang them outside in the summer on one of the bird... read more
I set here in the warm spring air Comfortably on my gliding swing chair Lilacs abloom both purple and white Looking beautiful in the sunlight I try to decide as I set here and gaze Seeing their beauty in the suns rays Purple or white which do I enjoy... read more
When people started using this terminology, God loves us unconditionally; I thought that was a good thing. I have watched and listened over the years and noticed a trend that disturbs me. Yes God loves us unconditionally. He is not going to stop... read more
Our God is awesome. This is a photo of an accident, a paint truck tips over and look at the beautiful mess. I love those colors all running down. There is a lesson here from God. God is able to take our worse mistakes and make beauty of it. All of my... read more
I have been reading a very good book, God Loves Broken people, by Sheila Walsh. In one chapter she used an example of not being able to drive forward constantly looking in the rear view mirror. The review mirror is there to occasionally look at where... read more
The divorce rate for Americans is outrageous high. The divorce rate among Christians is as high as for nonbelievers. Commitment is more then a piece of paper issued by the government. Yet once a couple enters into that legal marriage with a license... read more
Hot Cocoa Memories Sweet hot cocoa made from scratch An equal today there is no match Fresh in a cup and steaming hot A marshmallow maybe floating on top A mother was making a special treat For her children hot cocoa so sweet School was such a long... read more
On New Yearrsquo;s Eve my 41 year old son was seriously burned in a fire. He shared a rented house with 3 other young men, having their own private room, but sharing the rest of the very large old home. My son was set to work on 11 so he went to bed... read more
I was very troubled when this shooting happened. My mind had a very difficult time wrapping itself around the idea that young children were targeted. I wrote this poem in memory of those beautiful children and their teachers. Beautiful children taken... read more
Many years ago when my husband works nights I made chocolate fudge. Or rather something that was supposed to be chocolate fudge. It was hard. I had to crack it into pieces rather then cut it into squares. I left it on the counter and went to bed... read more
This is one of my newer poems. I hope and pray you understand what I am saying. Illusions 92212 With so much confusion I often wonder With emotions exploding like thunder How much of life is an illusion? How do I come to a conclusion? There seems to... read more
River of life 10112 Life it seems is flowing like a river Always moving and going downstream Sometimes the stream is like rapids Dangerous treacherous and frightening Or is it just a dream? Other times it flows so smooth and quiet We stop being... read more
Glory Divine a new poem This is another of my more recent poems. I will be sharing several and will keep them in a series. I shared this poem with friend Ruth. This is her response in an email dated 102912; Thank you, Marsha. This is lovely...I... read more
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Marsha Tyler Ronquist
I grew up in a small community in Michigan. I am the oldest of three children. I was married in 1972. We have three grown children, no grandchildren. I love to sew, quilt, write poetry and blog. I have one cat who is almost 13 years old. I still live in the same community where I grew up.
I have published 374 blogs and shared 1,188 comments.
I published my first blog on Friday the 20th of July 2007.
My most recent blog was published on Sunday the 10th of June 2018.