Kim Bollinger: Blog en-us (C) Kim Bollinger (Kim Bollinger) Sat, 06 Mar 2021 00:12:00 GMT Sat, 06 Mar 2021 00:12:00 GMT Kim Bollinger: Blog 120 85 The Road Home

Back to where I used to be

The road to home has beckoned me

Courthouse square, days gone by

Funny, that's the place I fly

Family joy, memoirs sweet

Invisible whisperings fill the street

I suppose it's where I'll stay

Back to work, back to play

This old town has holds on me

It hugged my heart then set me free

Now I walk these streets again

Hugging back this dear old friend

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 06 Mar 2021 00:11:46 GMT
Roots Here I stand

A native be

In this town

Where roots are deep

I giggled down

The path of youth

Grew up fast

And old too soon

Life has surely

Danced for me

Joy and pain

And mystery

Where did all 

The prized years go?


I cherish so

They will ever 

Live inside

Beloved halls

Of heart and mind



(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 20 Feb 2021 00:13:41 GMT

 Lord I will sing, open my wings

Help me to fly with You

My heart's desire, passion and fire

Glorious hope brand new


I want to be free!

I want to be free!

I will offer my all and answer the call

Spirit strengthen me


Father, my prayer is that I might care

As You have so loved me

Help me to fight, I will take flight

Above the enemy  


I want to be free!

I want to be free!

Lord, I offer my all and answer the call

Spirit strengthen me.


I want to be free!

I want to be free!

Fill me anew, reflections of You

It's my heart's one plea!

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 09 Jun 2018 02:05:26 GMT
Always something to look forward to!

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 25 Feb 2018 02:11:53 GMT
"Grand and glorious days ahead...." It appears that winter has breathed most of its fury...and for whatever reason, it didn't seem too aggressive this season.  The biggest part of me REALLY wanted a BIG snow dump.  I have always been of the opinion that if if is going to be cold, it might as well be white!  However, it just might be that the gray winter will transition straight into color one of these soon to come warm days!  Though I might miss the snow, I certainly won't complain when these be-dazzled jewels of brightness begin to throw themselves into full bloom!  Spring represents promise.  New life.  Joy in the morning.  Sunshine after the storm.  Those delicate early morning dew drops gleam as they attempt to announce the opening of symphonic brilliance.  Though there could be a final winter tease, I have begun to set my sights on a water-colored palette.  Waiting for "grand and glorious days ahead...."

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 25 Feb 2018 01:35:05 GMT
Winter's drips = Spring's bliss

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 22 Feb 2018 01:51:50 GMT
Updates and Blessings Well, it's been quite awhile since I added to my blog.  There are a number of reasons for that, some of which I will attempt to share here now.  My daughter and husband and their two toddlers have been living with us since before Christmas while they wait for a home to be built near-by.  It has been about 6 months of pure pandemonium and pleasant delight!  Anytime seven people share a house, there will most likely be stories to tell.  And....each of us could certainly tell a few!  The computer that I typically work on to create the blogs here happens to be in an office-turned-children's room!  So the opportunities to sit quietly and write are let's say, not as frequent!  I sit tonight among three of our combined six lounging dogs, one hamster, a fish, toy baskets, un-matched shoes, blankies and binkies.  There is a toy octopus eyeing me and a T-Rex who has temporarily stopped growling while his favorite boy is out with mom and sister tonight.  So, I have slipped past the gnarly-faced King Kong and puff-a-lumps to see if I might still have a little writing inspiration left over since we brought the dump trucks, tricycles and baby dolls in.  I have to say that having grandkids - and kids at home is an inspiration of its own.  Not all can say they get the opportunity to have a window of time with them that is so up-close.  I know it will be short-lived as far as sharing space and meals and moments, but I cherish the joy of grandma-hood in its pleasantries and am thankful for these specialties of life!  I have also been working again for the past year (plus), which is also often inspirational, but also very time-consuming.  One day I hope to to have more concentrated time to focus here in this little space.  For now, I will sneak in as often as time allows and hope some of you might also enjoy a picture or two, some humor or just thoughts on a page.  I might add that I appreciate the visits and peeks from those of you who are curious - or just enjoy these expressions of life!  Life.  We all have it in common...I just sometimes like to put words to mine!  Blog blessings to you!


(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 22 Feb 2018 01:47:20 GMT

Glassy wonder, prisms bright

Frosty crystals, glazed delight

Water droplets melt and fall

Giving in, giving all

To the warmth of sunshine's glow

Winter's exit, chilled and slow

Seasons change in front of me

Diamonds melting into Spring

Dripping gently, without sound

Falling softly to the ground

Where new life will rise again

Like a long awaited friend

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 22 Feb 2018 00:54:32 GMT
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas So many have sung this treasured song through the years.  It was penned by Hugh Martin and Ralph Blane and introduced by Judy Garland in the 1944 musical, "Meet Me in St. Louis."  Frank Sinatra later recorded a version with modified lyrics (shown here).  Though I know heaven's songs will be best, this one strikes so much sentiment and grace in the hearts and lives of everyday people.  It is probably my favorite.  Light up a fire, turn on the soft tree lights and let this warm melody hug you a little this season.  Merry Christmas, blog friends.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Let your heart be light

Next year all our troubles will be out of sight


Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Make the Yuletide gay

Next year all our troubles will be miles away


Here we are as in olden days

Happy golden days of yore

Faithful friends who are dear to us

Gather near to us once more


Through the years we all will be together

If the fates allow

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough

So have yourself a merry little Christmas now

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 10 Dec 2017 17:05:22 GMT
Wonderland of Winter

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 10 Dec 2017 02:53:19 GMT
Winter presents

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 10 Dec 2017 02:52:13 GMT
Pining for the season's cheer

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 10 Dec 2017 02:49:48 GMT
Tis the Season

Tis the season and I stare

At the twinkling lights up there

On the tinsel in the mall

Where few notice them at all

Bustling shoppers carting style

Yet there seems to be few smiles

If I could, I'd rather be

A thousand places far from these

Staring at a velvet sky

With its decorations bright

Through the pines that whisper sweet

Age-old stories they repeat

I would trade this garland gold

For a walk in fresh, new snow

Silver bells are pretty here

But to a fire I'd draw near

Oh the crackle as it warms

All of me, but first my heart

I enjoyed the bright display

In the stores and halls today

But I long for Christmas cheer

Where sweet memories linger dear

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 10 Dec 2017 02:46:53 GMT

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 08 Nov 2017 01:53:28 GMT
Now playing: A golden melody

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 08 Nov 2017 01:44:37 GMT
Cedar Tree

A Cedar tree is awing me on this crispy day

Plump, blue berries dazzling, near the gold display


What a colorful surprise, rich and bold delight

How I love this time of year, brilliant, bursting bright


Fall is fleeting by the hour, taunting winter's stare

I stand gazing at the scene, making it my care


As the world just passes by, I can only pause

And look at such magnificence; thank You, thank You, God 


For making moments such as this, full of splendor free

As the yellow, orange and green, frame this cedar tree

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 08 Nov 2017 01:35:32 GMT
Fall finale

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 07 Nov 2017 22:41:32 GMT
Fall flavors


(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 07 Nov 2017 22:37:35 GMT
Fall is showing

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 21 Oct 2017 01:10:52 GMT
The start of something beautiful!

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 21 Oct 2017 01:09:00 GMT
Some cute kids

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 21 Oct 2017 00:57:11 GMT
Choose a Song

Sometimes when the road is long

You grip the wheel and choose a song

One with words and melody

That melts your heart and sets you free

You sing about the days gone by

Or make up words that help you fly

Beyond the dance of day to day

Into tomorrow where you play

Beneath the pines and falling leaves

Where it's quiet and the breeze

Whispers yet another tune

So familiar, yet so true

Suddenly your heart is clear

There's no worry, stress or fear

For a moment care is gone

All because you chose a song

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 21 Oct 2017 00:51:42 GMT
Oh the color....

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 29 Sep 2017 18:08:32 GMT

Noticing the subtle hues

Black and white are pretty too

Shadows speak a soft refrain

Decrescendos, sweetly play

Melodies of quiet thoughts

Things remembered, ventures sought

How they dance inside my chest

As the sun upon them rests

Waiting for the colored hues

As they come back into view

Though the dark is a delight

I rest in hope, a brand new sight

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 29 Sep 2017 18:06:20 GMT
Dusty Light


(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 29 Sep 2017 17:50:54 GMT
Dahlia days

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 28 Sep 2017 17:32:50 GMT
To the Past

Fields of gold embrace the past

Treasured stories that will last

In the hearts of those whose hands

Plowed the earth and worked the land

Spring and summer turned to fall

Farmers always heard the call

Prepare for winter, plow the fields

All from summer's glorious yields

Yellow corn, pumpkins bright

Squash, potatoes, hay bales tight

Tractors rest and cellars full

Just in time for winter's cool

Fiddle's rev and fire's roar

Songs are sung and stories told

Those who lived in days gone by

Carry secrets laced with smiles

Harder times, yet so dear

Filled with challenge, joy and tears

Ode to those who did their best

To sculpt for us life's treasure chests 



(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 28 Sep 2017 17:06:41 GMT
Fall. Color. Nostalgia. Harvest. Thanksgiving. Fires. Fields. Memories.

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 28 Sep 2017 16:09:58 GMT



Red and yellow coming soon

Pay attention, there are clues

In your sorrow, in your night

Look for penetrating light

He will triumph if you cast

All your burdens and hold fast

He'll deliver, He will save

Just as He broke through the grave

He keeps proving, making clear

Another season, God is near

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 28 Sep 2017 16:01:43 GMT
Night sweet blog readers!

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 25 Sep 2017 02:19:37 GMT

The trees above the valley low

Where the waters wildly flow

Seem to watch it all go by

Never worry, never cry

Always standing tall and brave

In the sun and in the rain

Steady, sturdy, holding fast

Roots gone deep, a trunk that lasts

When the winter hurls its cold

The boughs retain their constant hold

And when the springtime warms again

Tiny leaflets start to grin

The sun will nourish and they burst

Into the glorious leaves - the first

Of all the season's new delight

They will shelter from the bright

And fearless sun that can be harsh

Always shading every heart

From summertime and endless heat

Once again, obliged to greet

The fall in all its artistry

Orange and red, the canopy

Smiling still and standing tall

Never questioning its call

Oh that I might sink my roots

Deeper still, and firmly too

Into the rock that oversees

All that flows beneath the trees

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 25 Sep 2017 01:56:00 GMT
Hauling fall

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 23 Sep 2017 02:42:55 GMT
Watching and waiting

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 23 Sep 2017 02:41:37 GMT
Walk the Path

I want to cast my worries far

Throw a pillow in my car

Take a drive that points me home

Walk the woods I used to roam

Hear the laughter of the creek

Roll my pants and dip my feet

Watch the foliage start to fall

Quietly, no sound at all

Hear the rustle of the breeze

Stirring dried and golden leaves

Wander down a gravel road

Sun rays warming, hints of cold

Squirrels scurry, storing food

Knowing that the cold comes soon

I could joy in standing there

Where my roots also prepared

One like me to walk the path

Of life's unseen, the good, the bad

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 23 Sep 2017 02:37:54 GMT
Fading summer...

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 20 Sep 2017 01:11:44 GMT
A Kincaid kinda moment

Taken a few years ago at my cousin's place outside of Farmington Missouri.  It is truly a Kincaid kind of setting!

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 20 Sep 2017 01:04:55 GMT
Fabulous fall

Well, summer is rearing it's head once more this week, bringing hot and very humid weather.  I'm not a fan.  However, I have heard said that a big part of the joy we experience in life is the anticipation of those coming experiences.  I simply JOY in the very THOUGHT of fall!  I look at photos such as this one and take vicarious pleasure in the knowledge of what is to come!  This year I hope for an especially colorful season, as I do every year!  With the first day of autumn approaching, I know I can endure this doggie summer finale.  Oh to have the freedom to see the flaming woodlands of Vermont, the quaint painted towns of Indiana or the golden Blue Ridge Mountains on a bluebird, cool, October day.  Oh to button up a wool sweater and find myself on a back road path, complete with warm sunshine shooting through orange and red Sassafras canopies!  Oh to taste freshly tapped Maple syrup and smell the wood burning underneath the black iron kettle while it cooks to a thick bubbly delight!  Oh to sit on a home-made quilt beneath floating yellow leaves, holding a hot mug of apple cider.  Hot chili, cornbread, pumpkin bread and apple pie - all tease my tastebuds and memories!  Every year I wait and then truly savor each delicious moment of the season.  Each year, I would love to lengthen its stay.   Here is my "ode" to the coming of fall's fascinating delicacies!

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 20 Sep 2017 00:57:34 GMT
Colors of Tomorrow   Crystal colors

Blue and green

Mirrored prisms

Sparkling clean

Lighted memories

Shining bright

Casting rainbows

In the night

Beauty grips

My thoughts again

Radiant glory

Is my friend

Twirling, dazzling

Dancing there


Without care

Freedom whispers

Come along

Colored future

Join the song

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 20 Sep 2017 00:17:55 GMT
Gone to bed is the setting sun...

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 13 Sep 2017 02:12:03 GMT
It's almost the most wonderful time of the year!

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 13 Sep 2017 02:04:58 GMT
Falling out of summer...

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 13 Sep 2017 02:00:42 GMT
A song in the night

I sit alone and contemplate the beauty of the night

Quiet darkness blankets me, twinkling stars so bright

My troubled soul, it craves a stroke to ease the pain of life

A fervent heart that reaches out and longs to take new flight


Father, how I need You now, take my hurt and fear

Here I stand, an open book, meet me in my tears


The softest sounds I hear tonight, they comfort and bring peace

Sweetly vast and beautiful, heavenly, complete

I look into the deepest dark and find You in the night

Lord, Your love is seeping through the loneliness inside


Father, how I need You now, take my hurt and fear

Here I stand, an open book, meet me in my tears


The stars are brilliant up above, like diamonds in the sky

But Your love bursts through brighter still and brings me true delight

Oh the night can be so long, heartache comes like waves

Help me Lord to feel Your warmth and stay in Your embrace

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 13 Sep 2017 01:57:18 GMT
Ready for some of this...

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 10 Sep 2017 16:56:27 GMT
Little Things...

Bought me some flowers today, just because

Their colors reached out and motioned to pause

Yellows and lavender, white lacy touch

I simply enjoyed the moment so much

A smile spread across my face with delight

I couldn't resist the artistry bright

My arms had to hold them and take them away

I'll gaze on their brilliance for quite a few days

Sometimes the little things make us aware

That there is a "someone" who loves us out there

God's gentle touches, I can't help but see

His tender reminders of love's majesty

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 02 Sep 2017 02:59:09 GMT
The Master's Colors

I've seen a lot of lovely sights

Wished to hold a few

Felt emotion in some spots

Lost a tear or two


Memory books could not contain

The essence of a place

Etched inside a heart who gasps

At God's amazing grace


Now and then it comes to pass

A swelling of the heart

Upon a glance of majesty

Overwhelming art


I see it when my eyes are clear

That sudden focused sight 

Right before me, radiant

Secrets become bright 


I'll walk down many country roads

To find the treasures there

Peek in places some won't go

I cannot help but stare


At the wonder hidden far

Beneath the tender breeze

Shaded by tall branches full

Yet waiting still to please


The souls like me who live to find

The Master's subtleties

Colored glory all around

For those with eyes to see


(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 27 Aug 2017 20:57:33 GMT
Just another lil' flower....

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 27 Aug 2017 16:56:56 GMT
Petunia Rescue

A slight distraction from the "web" - Alas, perhaps the inter-web does not hold my complete attention.

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 27 Aug 2017 16:52:28 GMT
Webinar of the most detailed kind Was so drawn to the "web" this morning!  Couldn't focus on responsibilities....I think I might be addicted.  

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 27 Aug 2017 16:39:44 GMT
Bright days, sunshine and marigolds to each who visit here.....

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 27 Aug 2017 02:41:23 GMT
Team Grandma

Today.  I became a T-Rex, kissed Mickey Mouse and Lamb Chop, swept up a (whole) box of rice, built a toy car garage, re-learned the states by working a puzzle of them several times, cleaned peanut butter off a lambskin rug, sat crossed legged in a tent to "hide" from monsters, sang, no shouted "The People on the Bus" song until my head was going "round and round", wiped jelly faces and poopie butts, ran across gravel chasing a 1 year old and over baby gates chasing a 3 year old, watched as various un-meant-to-be-tossed items were hurled over the banister onto the first level floor, found surprising objects in surprising places, smiled, melted, panicked, laughed and loved 2 amazing grand children.  I realize it is rough out there in the world of life, but I am finding out that the joy of grandkids can trump a multitude of sorrows!  Am I tired?  Oh yes.  Do I ache from the work-out?  Most definitely.  Will I do it again?  Absolutely!

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 27 Aug 2017 02:35:15 GMT
Amazing Nature

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 22 Aug 2017 14:57:15 GMT

Raindrops slide down foliage green

Making puddles, washing clean

Summer's dust and making bright

Colors rich, fresh delight

Earthy scents and cooler air

Hints of Autumn, breezes fair

Gathered clouds shield us from

August heat and pressing sun

On the porch I sit and see

Bustling birds, bright and free

My heart dances inside too

At the thought of hope anew

Cleansing rain, bring relief

Restore again, this tender leaf



(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 22 Aug 2017 14:55:25 GMT
Sliver of hope! Well, there it is....I was able to get at least one shot of the total eclipse of the sun!  I hadn't planned to take any pictures, because I just didn't have the equipment and was nervous about burning out the lens of my humble Canon Power Shot.  I realized at the last minute that in totality, if I can look at it, I should be able to shoot it!  So.  I did!  So GLAD I got one!  Just had to put this one up, although there will be thousands of pro-shots all over the web and beyond.  I'm happy to add that even in the dark, there is a glimmer of hope - a sliver of light - a reminder that the sun still shines!

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 22 Aug 2017 01:41:11 GMT
Irish Image This could be Ireland....but it's a hillside I look at most every day on my way to work.  I love places that take me far away and make my imagination leap!

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 20 Aug 2017 20:37:12 GMT
What dazzles you?

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 20 Aug 2017 20:26:30 GMT
When the Sun Rises I haven't been writing - or taking photos very much over the past month.  Maybe its the sweltering heat or work's demands, or maybe it's just life's rhythm that has me distracted or perhaps un-inspired.  I have generally thought of myself as a steady person, though somewhat sensitive to the things around me.  I seem to have been born with an ability to "adapt and overcome" in most circumstances - and even in tragedies.  But I realize as of late that perhaps there are parts of life that sneak up on us and affect us from angles we have not considered before.  Age might indeed be one of those "parts", as could be simply new circumstances.  Sometimes it is difficult to see clearly when in the midst of surrounding fog or unpredictable confusion.  Our tomorrows can surely be vague predictions, but I do know who controls tomorrow.  I also know that as the sun rises, the mist begins to dissipate and the outlines of certainty become more precise.  

Tomorrow a total eclipse is predicted across our land, and the area where I live will be directly in the path of the darkened sun.  What an interesting time of history - and my life that this will occur; an unexpected shadow that rarely happens in a lifetime.  So rare in fact, that thousands will be in awe.  But God is not surprised.  He holds the sun, moon and planets in His mighty, but wise hands.  

Though the darkness cover me, I will wait for the sun...  "For You, O Lord, are my lamp; the Lord illumines and despoils my darkness."  2 Sam. 22:29

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 20 Aug 2017 19:47:53 GMT
A New Year In honor of school being back in session for most this month, I'd like to re-post this blog.  I work with children and young adults who are challenged with various kinds of disability.  It is my highest desire to serve in ways that bring success, better life quality and joy to these very special lives.  I often find myself in a teacher's role and realize that doing my best requires much responsibility.  I salute the many who have been there for me to answer questions, solve problems and help pave a path for my entering adulthood.  I also salute each who continue to do so in an ever-changing world with constant complications and difficulties.  These patient educators are the treasures and vessels through whom God often sparkles like glitter, leaving imprints across the pages of many lives.  May He bless and guide those who have chosen to give themselves to the task of preparing and caring for our next generation.

A Tribute to Educators

I believe it is true that a picture paints a thousand words.  And though I am a great advocate for capturing the kind of photographs that encourage imagination and curiosity, I am also a cheerleader for those who take the time to paint a picture with words, stories and actions.  I had a father who loved to tell stories!  Sometimes they were exaggerated or colored with elaborate fabrication.  But even the overstated tales captured my interest and challenged my future!  I have had a number of extraordinary teachers in my life.  What made them so special was that they took the time to tell the stories that drew me into the world they were painting.  Their activities and actions showed sincere interest in me.  Their smiles and sense of humor made the lessons attractive, and the respect they showed me as an individual allowed me to in turn, apply all they had taught to my real world.  Some of those significant individuals were school teachers and some were friends or family members who genuinely wanted to see me succeed in all I pursued.  Every one of them spent something of value on me - love and time.  

Here's to all those who desire to pass along understanding, heritage, information, encouragement, hours and love.  It is a life-time endeavor, but one that will indeed come back to bless you.  It will rarely pay the big bucks, but will reap big rewards.  It will cost honesty, loyalty, consistency and patience, but will offer to others some of the greatest treasures of earth - and heaven.  Perhaps within I Corinthians 13 lies the heart of a God-fearing teacher, who is willing to bear all things, believe all things, hope all things and endure all things for the sake of loving others as Christ loved the church.  Perhaps this is a command for each of us to consider and obey.  Perhaps that is why our Lord Himself was called "Teacher"...and perhaps that is why He has called us to be a living reflection of His example.   

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 16 Aug 2017 02:59:02 GMT
Through the Eyes of a Prism  

Through the eyes of a prism

I see a new view

Light dazzles and dances

And glistens like dew

On petals at daybreak

When morning bids come

New day is dawning

Walk away from

Darkness and heaviness

Burdens that pull

Look at new colors

Gaze and be full

Of promise and presence

Remember through whom

We find our perspective

And never assume

That He isn't watching 

And bearing our pain

His view is quite different

His arms still sustain

Oh that our vision

Could filter as He

Through heartache and darkness

Like prisms set free

Our worries and fear

So the light could come through

Lord, help us focus

Our eyes upon You 



(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 16 Aug 2017 01:04:23 GMT
Ruffled Ranunculus

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 21 Jul 2017 19:05:20 GMT
Amber waves of grain....

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 21 Jul 2017 15:22:25 GMT
Sunny spots and blessings Though life still has plenty of challenges, I have had a little sunny spot visit me early this morning.  After a long night of no air conditioning or electric on a very HOT night, about 2:06 am this morning the lights came back on, as did that cool air flow!  In one room of our house there is a vent that comes in near the floor.  That is where I threw a quilt and pillow, with my head next to the relieving breeze, and finally passed out for what was left of the long night!  I thank God for the pleasure of AC!!!  When I was younger we didn't have it - and those memories of very hot summers are vivid to me.  For some reason heat is not my friend, though I do my best to be a good sport!  Now and then, when those luxuries are removed, we remember the joy of blessings!

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 21 Jul 2017 15:19:29 GMT
The lights went out Written last night at about 11:45, after the electricity and air conditioning had been out in the house for several hours and the temps were above normal and very humid.  This came on the heels of frustrations with car problems and various life challenges.  At about 2:00 am, relief finally came as the lights and air conditioning were restored.  Thankful for the small comforts that wash me like a wave!

The lights went out here at my home

I feel the heat, but there's no storm

Shadows fall and turn to night

Summer's warmth begins to rise

By a lantern's radiant glow

My pen dances with a flow

Of loaded spirit sailing free

Lines and rhymes, teasing me

Out the window my heart flies

Watching water colored skies

In the stillness I believe

Dreams can happen on this eve

Even in the sultry air

There is hope when God is there

Difficulty seems to know my name

But my Father knows the same

In greater measure with a hand

That catches me and helps me stand

Darkness, He will conquer you

Heat may come, yet not consume

Fresh wind blow and set me free

This warm night, deliver me

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 21 Jul 2017 15:10:18 GMT
A Daisy a Day

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 20 Jul 2017 02:34:12 GMT
On a sweeter note...

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 20 Jul 2017 02:31:52 GMT
Cars - Bring out the "BEAST" in me's a little rant for ya (in case you wanted to hear/read one!)  This handsome beast was ME yesterday.  The reason I had his scowl and attitude?  Car problems.  Car problems.  Car problems!  I am a "get me a car that is used, cheap, but functional" kinda person.  I don't really care too much if it is older or isn't a Jaguar.  But I REALLY want a car that works.  Like in:  The AC creates icicles on my nose, the heater keeps my feet warm and the radio and/or CD player works - without the fuzzy speaker rattle.  It feels good to have leather seats that aren't ripped or a body that hasn't endured a ghetto, but first on my list is FUNCTIONABILITY.  (Is that even a word?)  

That brings me to my story.  We own two of those kind of cars - used, but WERE Functional.  The AC'S, heat, radio and interiors and exteriors have been in reasonably good shape.  These cars have been a blessing in many ways, and I have been thankful - maybe because it wasn't so long ago that we acquired them after having two previous used cars that wore completely out and became their own nightmares.  It seems we have had a taste of that once-had bad dream again as of late.

One car, that my husband drives to work has been having a little dying problem for months.  Now, I'm not sure why we didn't get it in when that began....oh wait....we DID.  They couldn't find the problem, so we just kept driving it.

The 2nd car that we call "my" car began having an AC problem.  Now that is stepping on a nerve for me, so I began ranting a bit about it until my hubs gave in.  We had it charged.  It worked...for a short while.  We had it looked at again.  It worked...for a short while.  We had it looked at again.  It had a mouse nest in what they call the cabin filter.  Apparently our garage breeds mice to the point they need nesting places beyond the bottom of boxes and drawers there.  The nest was removed.  It worked...for a short while.  As this is going on, the car started to develop other issues with the wiper blades and a need for a fuel pump.  Only money.  Right? 

In the meantime the OTHER car starts making back-up noises and has a cracked windshield.  Never mind that between mechanics everyone is trying to get to work, schedule and make doctor appointments and do the taxi service for my daughter (a full time job itself)!  (I don't even add trips to the grocery store, Walgreens, events etc to the list here.  We are a rather "driven" family. hubs is driving my car to work because it has NO AC and I demand AC.  (See picture)  And I am driving his car to work with AC that needs a charge and dies intermittently while I take clients to and from where they need to be each day, as that is what I do.  All the while I wish I lived in Montana or Alaska since the last week or two have been the HOTTEST since hell was created!  (for effect - see pic again).  

(Rest of story in present tense for more effect:)

So yesterday the hubs comes in and I go out to meet him as we are going together to pick up "his" car from the mechanic - even though they told us they couldn't figure out the problem and suggested we take it to a transmission place.  Grrrrrrrr.  I start to get in the passenger side and the door has a big DING in the side.  My jaw drops open and I look at it  - kind of like the monkey here - and more or less pound my chest with both fists clinched!  (Well, not really....but I did screech like a chimpanzee!)  It is a mystery ding.  Neither of us had noticed it until now.  As if there weren't enough injury, now I have been insulted!  We go on toward the repair shop, me close to tears or rather rumbling inside like an fast-expanding volcano.  

I drive his car out of the mechanic's lot (because IT has AC - yep, that attitude of mine) - and it dies.  SO....we go back, get the guy and so he can see what is happening.  He suggests he keep it overnight - again.  SO, we leave it and go eat.  Always a good thing to do when life punches you in the gut - eat.  Eat a LOT.  I mean, isn't that what the ape did?  Told you it was me.

Ending that I pray is not another beginning:

We picked up the car - again - tonight.  They still couldn't figure it out.  Gotta get it in on Friday - you guessed it - to the transmission guy.  And we can only hope that they will fix the clunking noise when it backs up.  No one is quite sure if that will fix the dying problem - could be an ignition recall that the dealer will fix - free - so they say.  Meanwhile, it DOES now have cool air.  However, the OTHER car is going in next week to get IT'S AC fixed.  (We HAVE managed to get the wiper transmission and fuel pump fixed in the meantime - how, you say?  I dunno.  Persistence, pacing and primate ATTITUDE paid off, I suppose!

I have to wonder if swinging from a few trees might make me feel better?  In the meantime, scowling and dagger-eyed looks haven't made these cars functional!  If it did, I guess I'd be driving a Jaguar!  :)


(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 20 Jul 2017 02:19:01 GMT
God signatures

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 09 Jul 2017 22:13:36 GMT
Beautiful unbelievable

Never stop seeking the beautiful unbelievable

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 09 Jul 2017 21:58:39 GMT
Summer's delight

Susie's eyes in petals gold

Queen Anne's lacy quilt unfolds

Fields of emerald rolling free

Under floating clouds that dream

In water color puffs of white

Sliding slowly 'cross the sky

Roofs where farmers work and play

And it smells of sweet, fresh hay

Summer's gifts, complete delight

Once again enchant my sight

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 09 Jul 2017 21:47:25 GMT
Through the fence

Looking through the fence I see 

Rolling hills and fields of green

Oh so close, the other side

A place to run under blue skies

And yet I do not seem to know

How to move from this shadow

Should I slowly start to climb

Or with one leap just try to fly

I am sure there is a way

Lord, please hold my hand today

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 09 Jul 2017 21:29:03 GMT
Something about the red ones....

Alley Springs, near Eminence MO

Hodgson Mill, near Eminence MO

Barn near Dillard MO

Bollinger/Dolle Mill, Bollinger County MO

Barn near Cedar Hill

Barn at Grant's Farm

Barn in House Springs MO

Barn near House Springs MO

Barn in Bollinger County, MO

Dillard Mill, Dillard MO

Sandy Creek Covered Bridge, Hillsboro MO

Bee Tree Park near Oakville MO

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 06 Jul 2017 15:48:22 GMT
God's fireworks

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 06 Jul 2017 15:24:16 GMT
Some words....

Life.  Beautiful.  Colorful.  Vulnerable.  Fragile.  Fleeting.  Tender.  

Laced with treasured moments 

Horrible tragedies

Excessive joys

Overwhelming sadness 

Mundane and extreme

Earthly and heavenly

    Ordinary and amazing  

And to think that God would love enough

to allow us emotions and creative outlets  

Thanx God.....

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 06 Jul 2017 15:12:36 GMT
Summer is here!

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 21 Jun 2017 02:25:46 GMT
Happy Birthday! A couple of birthdays tomorrow!  My sister, Terri (left) and my daughter, Bethany (holding her niece on the right).  Guess we have a little reason to celebrate - again!  Little Nova, who Bethany is holding just turned a year old yesterday, and her momma (my daughter, Abi) had a birthday on June 11! 














(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 21 Jun 2017 02:17:24 GMT
My youngest babies

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 19 Jun 2017 03:41:04 GMT
Sweethearts n parties

Today we celebrated this little princess who turns ONE tomorrow.  It is hard to believe a year has gone by!  She is walking everywhere and quite the spicy little sweetheart!  Me....I can't get enough cheeky hugs and kisses!  She was born on Father's Day - such a precious gift to her daddy - and momma!  Of course, my heart is conquered for the second time since she is grand child number two!  Our whole family is pretty crazy about she and her big brother....just ask us! was a "double your money party" here today: Dad's day and birthday - complete with potato soup, BLT sandwiches and some specialty cupcakes - for the little cupcake - and dads.   

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 19 Jun 2017 03:38:20 GMT
Kinda like that.... I kinda like color.  I kinda like crafty things.  I kinda like bling.  A sweet friend made one of these and so I decided to steal her idea!  It took awhile to string all the beads...but it was rather therapeutic.  After finishing it and hanging it in front of a large window in my house, I have enjoyed watching the light shoot through the beads and literally put dance and dazzle into them!  .....Kinda like when the Light shines through us....and we dazzle and dance!

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 19 Jun 2017 03:23:02 GMT
Happy Father's Day Pappa! My Papa.  One of the "good-est" of all good ole' boys!  Dad's a story teller, hard worker, honest, smart, responsible, fun-loving, big laughing, joke-telling, blue-eyed smiler!  Oh, I've seen him grumpy, but you put him in a crowd and this guy comes to life with more tales than you can shake a possum at!  From river bank sagas to coon-treein' huntin' accounts, dad can talk about adventures that will make your mouth fly open and take your lips to instant teeth shinin' places!  His laugh shakes a room and rubs off on anyone within ear's distance!  

Dad grew up the big brother of 3 siblings, Loyd, Rosie & Lillie.  The girls were twins.  With teachers for parents and a dad who would be involved with a number of continued other jobs through the years, dad had quite a lot of responsibility.  He tells the predictable tales of walking miles to school, but always enhances with details of having to start the wood stove and get the building warmed and ready early in the morning before other kids arrived.  I remember him talking about a house he lived in that didn't have heat in his upstairs bedroom, but the flu from the wood stove went through his room and so he would scoot his bed close enough to warm his feet on the chimney.  His horse riding stories with his cousin/friend John Visiono and cross country trip with Buddy Cooper to California remind me of an era that I can only imagine!  One of the "wild west" adventures he has shared is about a roller coaster over the ocean where dad had to pry Buddy's hands loose after the ride as it was a harrowing first for them both!  

Dad grew up working in the fields, baling hay, feeding livestock, milking cows and keeping watermelons cold in the spring. He was familiar with root cellars, corn fields and "fresh" fried chicken that he most likely boiled and plucked himself on numerous occasions!  He hunted rabbits, cleaned squirrels and fished with a pole or a gig, whatever was most handy and would bring home dinner.  He drove a tractor, played and worked in a barn and knew the woods.  He knew how to shake sweet rich cream and make butter, how to plant, weed and harvest garden goods to can, store and eat through the winter.  

Dad went to work in the mines in Fredericktown as a young adult and carried a metal lunch pail every day.  I believe he has pumped gas, worked on cars, worked for numerous others and learned the business of insurance that eventually became his career until retirement.  Dad worked faithfully and quite successfully at his little business and established our home in a way that included security and provision all the years of our growing up.  It was dad who my sister and brother and I loved to talk into taking us to the store.  We could almost convince him to purchase anything from exotic fruit to pop sickles....that is, if mom wasn't looking!  The favorite?  A&W Root Beer nights with the family and Saturday evenings at the stock car races where inevitably I would get dad to buy me a fish sandwich and a coke! 

I love the heritage he lived and has so graciously shared.  He is a true, honest red-blooded, lovable American, but most of all, he is my dad!  What a blessing to have parents who cared enough to nurture and jump start our lives with love, respect and fun!  I realize that few in this era have such rich treasures.  Happy Father's day, Pappa!!! My dad & his brother, Lloyd and twin sisters, Rosie & LillieMy dad & his brother, Lloyd and twin sisters, Rosie & Lillie

Loyd, Rosie, Harold, Lillie

Mom & Dad


(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 18 Jun 2017 02:03:33 GMT
Snuggle close

"Make the world go away, get it off of my shoulders"...a favorite song from classic "crooner" days.  I suppose the lyrics have resonated with many since through the years.  Most of us can relate to life's challenges.  No matter how rich or poor, easy going or OCD, busy or bored we are, there are difficult days and seasons. I have yet to come up with a way to make the trials and pain of this world disappear.  However, I have found something that comforts my heart in a very broken world.  There is a place of rest and warmth in the friendship of our incredible and loving God.  Physically I can't say that I am "transported" or hear an audible voice when I pray and commune with Him, but when I contemplate the hope He has provided and promised and accept the love poured out through His one Son in order to reconcile our lives and sin before Him, I find rest.  

The older I get, the more aware I become of death.  I don't look forward to the process of death, but I do have an expectation of life forever - without pain or heartache.  What I look forward to was bought for each of us who accept the incredible gift.  It is the hope that is set before me.  And in that hope is comfort. 

Jesus once said that it was the hope set before Him that allowed Him to endure the cross.  It was a horrible death, yet a complete and perfect sacrifice - for you and for me.  Complete in that the finality of death was eliminated.  We will live again.  Oh, we have a choice as to whether it will be a heavenly ever after or a dark,  destructive one.  A critical and crucial choice.  Jesus is the truth, the life and the way.  It is through embracing Him that heaven is offered.  Our hope.  Our joy.  

When I think on those things; when I take hold of that hope; when I snuggle up to the One who offered me life beyond death...I find comfort...peace.  The weight of this world suddenly dims in the light of HIM!  There are two songs I'd like to quote a few words from here:

"Turn your eyes upon Jesus.  Look full in His wonderful face.  And the things of earth will grow strangely dim, in the light of His glory and grace." (by Helen H. Lemmel in 1922)

"He is jealous for me, loves like a hurricane, I am a tree bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.  When all of a sudden I am unaware of these afflictions, eclipsed by glory and I realize just how beautiful You are, and how great Your affections are for me."  (by John Mark McMillan)

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 17 Jun 2017 22:47:05 GMT
The child in me.
















Some of my favorite photo shots have been of children.  There is a freshness - an awe - a wonder in their faces, an eagerness about learning - a sincere joy and fascination about life.  So much happens in a lifetime and often experiences, heartaches, or circumstances seek to rob enjoyment and steal our appreciation of all things bright and beautiful.  These images and faces bring out the child in me...




(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 17 Jun 2017 21:55:53 GMT
Honey of a thought


sometimes a thought or a memory

is like a flower  

beautiful, fragrant, enchanting,

mystifying, wonderful, sweet.....

it stays in your heart

and each time it is revisited

a little bit of the fragrance returns

as if moving past a honey suckle

and not seeing where it is in the thicket.

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 13 Jun 2017 03:46:16 GMT
The bridge that was and is no more

I walked across a bridge one day

When it was still around

I wondered what it's steel might say

If its voice could sound

The many wheels and hooves and feet

That trod upon its floor

How I'd love to see the faces

Who have gone before

It used to whisper in the wind

Though it was hard to know

If the creaks were signs of age

Or stories needed told

Now the bridge has been replaced

By something that is new

I bet its years will not outlast

Those trusses that were true

How I hate to see them go

The treasures of our past

Though structures may not endure time

Their memories will last


(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 13 Jun 2017 03:34:28 GMT
Sammy I have been around disability in one form or the other for most of my adult life.  These days I find myself in a job that serves people with disabilities!  I cannot say it is an easy job, but I can say it is rewarding.  Some days are more difficult than others.  Some days other people are not very kind towards people with special needs.  And then some days I can only sit back and smile because I am simply amazed at what I learn from experiences with very special people.

Recently I took a client to a park for some sunshine and exercise.  This particular individual is older than most kids on the playground, but for some reason, it is one of his joys to swing, slide and run around with young kids.  Because I am not at liberty to reveal names of the folks I serve, I will call him "Sammy".  As we pulled up to the playground area and got out of the car, Sammy hit the ground at a dead run, yelling at the top of his voice all the way to the swings.  Many of the kids were a little startled and stopped to stare a bit at this bigger "kid" who was very boisterous and loud.  Some hid behind their parent or playground equipment!  But Sammy laughed and went as high on the swing as his legs would pump, inviting me to join him in the swing beside him.  So there we were, swinging and laughing, loudly and freely, much to the amazement of many who were just standing with a look of unbelief!  

Finally, some of the kids began to warm up to the idea.  Sammy's joy seemed to be a bit contagious as one or two moved a little closer.  Sammy was not a bit shy about saying hello and ran to climb the ladder to the third level slide where there was a large platform and 3 different slides to choose from.  It was hard for Sammy to decide, so he stood at the top motioning for other kids who would eventually come up the ladder, hop onto their slide choice and disappear.  After enjoying the others shoot off down the tubes, Sammy picked one and went down with a dramatic yell and laugh, causing more stares from the other kids and parents alike!  

As I watched Sammy, a part of me chuckled at his pure and naive joy.  The other part of me wondered about Sammy's future and my heart began to swell with compassion and questions as to why God allows such vast differences in individuals.  I also couldn't help but wonder what Sammy's life would be like if he didn't have the challenges he had.

Then Sammy scooted up to another little boy and with a big grin, tagged him on the shoulder shouting, "You're it!"  The little boy started chasing Sammy and around and around they went gathering several other kids along the way who also ran as fast as they could to catch the big fun guy!  After quite awhile of tag mayhem, I asked Sammy if he was ready for something to drink and maybe some lunch.  Sammy began telling each youngster goodbye and offered high-5's to the little boy who had been brave enough to begin playing with him.  The little boy's mom walked over and gave Sammy a hug and several other kids continued to run up to do the same.  Once again my heart grew inside my chest and I suddenly was satisfied that Sammy was exactly who God wanted him to be.  As we walked to the car, Sammy was asking to stop at the gas station for a carton of milk and wanted to go home to make oatmeal for lunch.  This ole' girl laughed (out loud), shook her head, and admired that Sammy was much more adjusted with his life than I may ever be.  How refreshing!  What a lesson.

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 30 May 2017 02:16:01 GMT
Honoring those who gave their lives...

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 27 May 2017 23:16:23 GMT
Memorial Day thoughts

So many things have been said in honor of our beloved men and women who have made the ultimate sacrifice defending our country.  Memorial Day is set aside as a tribute to those whose lives were lost.  Though we celebrate our freedom and are indeed thankful for it, the price has been great, and Memorial Day, or Decoration Day as it originated, is a time to observe and recognize those who died while serving our country.  In 1868, after the American Civil War, the organization of Union veterans founded Decoration Day and declared it a day for the nation to decorate the graves of the Union war dead with flowers.  By the 20th century the Union and Confederates who had celebrated on different days had merged, and Memorial Day became the day to honor all Americans who died while in the military service.  

Though I know few well who have served, and even fewer who have died, I cannot possibly know the pain of saying goodbye to a loved one going off to war.  The heartache of them never returning?  Unimaginable.  The funny thing about me is that my heart is simply captured with honoring these brave heroes of our freedom.  The commemoration of their lives unto death grips me in a way that even I do not understand, and so I will always express highest respect and gratitude on their behalf...especially on this particular holiday.  

I know there are thousands of lives that have been changed forever as the result these courageous men and women who were lost.  Fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, sisters, brothers....few have been immune to the grief of losing a loved one as our nation has and continues to defend its own.  Lord, surround these families with a cloak of your comfort.  Thank you for those brave champions we will ever honor as the heroes who have bravely paved our road to freedom. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 27 May 2017 22:45:43 GMT
Kohler City Does anyone remember a place called Kohler City?  It was a thriving business when I was a young girl.  Just north of Herculaneum and south of Arnold on the old highway 61/67 sat this rather pieced-together building.  It is indeed still there, but more or less losing it's curb appeal if you compare it to today's standards!  It was one of those stores that my dad was attracted to like a bee on honey!  It had every what-not and thing-a-ma-jig known to humanity!  If you were looking for something unusual, unique, or unexpected, every junk-hearted, nit-picking, curious clansmen went to Kohler City!  I suppose I need to do a Google search and add some info here when I have time, but for now, I simply had to post these nostalgic reminders of a day-gone-by.  Of course this road was the main highway "to the city" from my small town of Potosi Missouri.  There were a couple of Motels, Diners and even a drive-in ice cream place between my home and the city lights of St. Louis, if my memory serves me correctly.  It was not only a fun place to stop, but also a reminder that we were almost to our city destination in those weeks before Christmas when a trip to the big stores (Venture, Zaher, Corvette, Crestwood (outdoor) mall, and White Castle) was an annual event.  Kinda miss those days....

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 26 May 2017 21:30:47 GMT
Another lil drive...

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 26 May 2017 21:08:27 GMT
Have a daisy today....

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 24 May 2017 22:23:38 GMT
Calling it a night here on the hill.

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 24 May 2017 01:38:12 GMT
Zinia glory

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 24 May 2017 01:12:25 GMT
A Bumblebee Begining

Sitting where the bumblebee

Buzzes, flits and makes for me

A little show of nature bright

Such a lively splash of light

He's drawn to color just like me

What a joy to sit and see

The working busy sound of wings

Brings me pleasure, helps me sing

Thank you, Bumbler, as you play

A lighter song to start my day

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 23 May 2017 16:30:59 GMT
In the good ole' summertime

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 23 May 2017 16:07:06 GMT

She had stood among shimmering camera flashes that were almost as brilliant as her smile.  The crowd applauded as she took yet another bow, blowing kisses of appreciation to those who had exploded in cheers below.  Her frame was stunning, but all the more radiant as light had sent luminous reflections from her sequenced dress into the dark, but lively audience.  It was a night she would never that may never be repeated in her life time.  Everyone would remember the impactful moments for years, perhaps decades to come.  She reflected on the exhilarating joy and overwhelming sense of acceptance as she contemplated what had occurred only a few hours before.  It had been difficult to take in...more like a fantasy or fairy tale, and certainly her own Cinderella story.

Now the curtain had closed.  Autographs had been signed.  Escorts had taken her to and from the celebration parties and the limousine had driven away.  She had been walked safely to her very glamorous room, where all the comforts one could afford would be at her service.  She slid open the door to a soft-lit balcony and gazed across the twinkling city.  The activity below was quieted from where she stood.  The sounds of people disappeared.  The lights had moved to other places and she found herself confronted with a mirror of reality.  What was looking back frightened her.  Though she had found companionship in the faces of multitudes, she had not one to confide in.  There were many who had heard her voice, but the one who would listen to her heart seemed no where near.  It was as if the dark, endless sky only mocked the void that accompanied her.  Lights and faces had been her friend.  Fame and challenge her partner.  There in the dark, she felt their absence and became painfully aware of emptiness.  

This story is just - a story.  No particular person....unless it is you in some way.  There are many who have tasted what it is like to be recognized as a "followed" person.  Many who have natural leadership abilities or who are gifted with social skills or talents that others admire.  Those are greatly loved - and greatly scorned by self-seeking souls who might jealously wish those qualities could be confiscated for themselves.

Maybe you have not had fame or beauty.  Maybe you have felt a desire, but lack of talent or gift that you could offer to others around you.  Maybe you have never had a moment of recognition or appreciation.  Maybe, in fact, your life has been hard, troubled, or even filled with tragedy or sadness.

Whatever your allotment, you can be assured of one thing:  There will be moments where the blur of life comes into focus and you find yourself standing in front of the same mirror that the person in the story faced.  It will not matter at that point who you are or where you have been.  Fame, fortune and poverty alike will dim there.  You will suddenly stare at what is and what is not most important.  Many will conclude that earthly possessions are the answer.  Some will retreat back into confusion, depression or even addiction.  Wise seekers will discover something higher.  They will look beyond this tossing world and get glimpses of a hope that is eternal.  Something of an anchor will become slightly visible.  They will then run to find the answers in the only One who truly provides them.  

This life is fleeting.  Trials are many, whether you have stable or stress-filled circumstances; riches or extreme need. Though poverty is achingly a reality, wealth often becomes a mask covering far deeper torments.  Life will always bring challenges. It is short.  Temporary.  There is a reason we are brought to ponder the possibility of an eternal God.  There is a design that draws us to His presence, where He might love and nourish us with heavenly food and endless fountains.  There is a Savior who paid a real price for our searching souls...who did so to point us beyond the darkness and into a new light that does not disappoint.  One whose curtain never closes and through whom hunger is always soothed.

Lord, take hurting hearts who seek You today and show them promise.  May there be hope for the searchers and rest for the struggling.  Help us to lean in to Your warm embrace and know the joy of Your presence.


(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 23 May 2017 15:46:24 GMT
Let all creation rejoice...Ps.96:13

O for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer's praise,

The glories of my God and King, the triumphs of His grace.

"I tell you, He answered, "if they remain silent, the very stones will cry out."  Luke 19:40

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 22 May 2017 03:13:21 GMT
Grazing Ever get lost and were glad you were?  I found myself just driving around recently in between job stops and found some delightful spots!  I so often wish I could stop and ask for a tour!  However, it is fun to just "graze".  It seems there is always a new surprise out there around another corner.  Oh to have more time to be curious!

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 22 May 2017 02:54:25 GMT
My little window "For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face; now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known."  1 Corinthians 13:12

Interesting verse on perspective.  We cannot pretend that we see as God sees.  We can only aspire to get glimpses of God's insights and plans.  It is so easy to see what is visible.  God is invisible and His possibilities for us are as big as....well....God!  I am so thankful that out there, watching the universe - and me - is a God - bigger than any of us could possibly imagine or fathom.  His ways are infinite.  Our small minds can dream from a root cellar view only.  Outside the window is a far bigger world and eternal plan than is possible for us to know.  Fortunately, God, who does in fact see, is for us.  As we accept Him as Lord, submit to His love and favor, He guides, directs and clears our path - blind as we might be.  I have such trouble allowing Him to do that...though as I look at this picture it makes me realize how my humanity is my prison.  The key?  Trusting in the infallible God who sees outside the tiny window of my very small and fallible eyes.

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight."  Proverbs 3:5,6

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 18 May 2017 02:22:05 GMT
Some country

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 17 May 2017 02:44:10 GMT
Short on Shots These little bugs never fail to bring out the hugs and kisses in me.  Gotta show em' off just a little!  :) My daughter and I took the kids to Grant's Farm today, but after I'd taken a few pics there was an error problem with my camera card.  These were taken on Mother's Day, and one today with my I-Phone, but I had taken many more shots today that I now cannot unload - and, yeah, it's makin' me crazy!  :)  Us photo folks get pretty perturbed when we have camera trouble....especially when it involves these little favorite people!  Thankful for these playful peek-a-boo pics! 













(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 17 May 2017 02:21:05 GMT
Pink as Poppies

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 14 May 2017 14:30:05 GMT
A little of THIS today Abi & JoshAbi & Josh

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 14 May 2017 14:28:03 GMT
Beautiful moms

Happy Mother's Day to my momma and to all those hard-working, offspring-loving, nose-wiping, tear-swiping, hug-sharing, heart-giving women who love their children eternally.  It's not an easy job.  For every mom, there are unique circumstances and challenges.  Today we celebrate the love and lives of the hands and hearts of mommas.  Blessings and sweet bouquets to you.

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 14 May 2017 14:18:14 GMT
A fancier night


Gonna get fancy tonight.  Seeing "Singin' in the Rain" at Powell Hall.  It's actually the movie on a huge screen - with the symphony orchestra playing the background music.  Time to stop working and let myself sit still!  Love this musical and look forward to resting and enjoying a little music.  They don't make Gene Kelley's anymore.  I miss the days when entertainment wasn't a work-out!  It's nice to not have to claw the seats or hold my breath...just laugh...and dream.  Off to get the dirt out of my fingernails and squeeze into something less comfortable!  Ya'all have a pleasant evening...

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 13 May 2017 22:09:12 GMT
How 'bout a little drive?

Old metal bridge near Scott's moms house in Swdgewickville, Mo. It was removed a few years ago and replaced with a concrete bridge.

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 13 May 2017 21:59:11 GMT
Day off

It is a beautiful spring day.  I was off work today and promised myself I would be lazy and take it easy.  Though I'd rather be at a creek or walking a shady trail than staying home, I still ended up outside.  Yep, I traded bon bons for pulling weeds, raking left over leaves from winter and trimming in my flower gardens.  I am rather pooped, but there is something therapeutic about a blue sky and blue birds!  If I had a field and a creek, I'd be there too!  I startled a couple of little ring-necked snakes, dug out an old brick walk way, planted some wild flowers and got a little dirt under my fingernails.  I simply cannot get enough of God's green goodness splashed with color extraordinaire!  Let's see....I'll add a field of black-eyed-susans and a swing under a sprawling shade tree to my dreaming today.  And....well...let's just throw in a cool blue spring lined with coral-colored Columbine, deep green moss, and a quaint little red barn.  Sometimes a girl's just gotta make the best of her day off...  

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 13 May 2017 21:39:35 GMT
"Hippy" Mother's Day

Gonna shoot from the "hip" the next couple of days.  Off work.  It's Mothers Day (weekend).  2 days to be lazy.  Sleep late.  See my kids and grand kids.  Write....maybe?  Watch birds?  Definitely.  Clean house?  Certainly not!  Feelin' stubborn and sassy.  :)

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 13 May 2017 01:33:40 GMT
A present from Grant And yet "one more for the road" this fine night...a small but stately Grant's Cabin.  So happy to have this kind of history still standing among us.  Oh to look so good at that age!  

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 10 May 2017 02:18:28 GMT
Bird Watching

My bird-watching is getting out of hand...from the woods of my back yard to the exotic places of St. Louis' animal farms, I found some splashes of color and beautiful displays of feathers this time of year!  The personality of this little guy intrigued everyone around....glad I was able to get him to pose at least once for me!  What a handsome red head!

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 10 May 2017 02:13:50 GMT
Pretty Peony This pretty lady had a little modest "hand" over face gesture as if I were violating her sweet beauty!  No harm intended Miss Peony Perfect!  Tis the season...and these gals are showing their stuff!!  And oh what fragrances they share!  Check em' out at the Botanical Gardens....or a front yard in a neighborhood near you!!  

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 10 May 2017 02:00:20 GMT
Thanks for looking' in! Just wanted to say thanks again to all you web site visitors who peek in to read my blogs and browse through photos!  It blesses my heart that I could provide a little entertainment or pleasure for such fine friends!  Never hesitate to leave a comment or two...I sure enjoy hearing what you think...I guess you could say that it energizes us creative types!  I discovered that after you more or less go out of style in the music world, ya just gotta find something else to try and "make pretty"!!  What can I say?  Sometimes it simply involves an animal's face!  Ok....maybe not "pretty"...but definitely fun!  Ya'all have a warm n fuzzy evening....and be sure to come baaaaack, ok?

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 10 May 2017 01:54:01 GMT
Step AWAY from the Kanga This Kanga was a little aggravated today for some reason.  Maybe he was just tired of people gawking at him? Maybe he was waiting for lunch and really hungry?  Maybe he didn't want his picture taken?  Not sure, but I thought he was coming over that "hurricane" fence!  And well...yes....I WOULD just stand there and wait for him to say "cheese"!  :)  At any rate, it was worth the risk because I loved this expression!  I kindly excused myself and told him we would agree to disagree, which seemed to be alright with him, as he stopped punching the fence and sent us on our way!  Of course, I was swallowing down my fluttering heart and looking back over my shoulder just a little as I scrambled away!

Once again...brought to you by Grant's Farm in this fair St. Louis City.  I have to say, there are few places so exotic and quaint all in the same sentence! What a pleasant day with the animals!

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 10 May 2017 01:42:31 GMT
Birds in Bloom














Saw these handsome fellas today.  They were so entertaining and colorful!  Something about those bright feathers that had me fixed and smiling!  I could do a "plug" for Grant's Farm - and really, it is a delightful place to go on a fine day such as this - but, I will go a step beyond this very fun place and just say that their "Artist" sure has a way with a brush!  

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 10 May 2017 01:33:50 GMT


Gone to bed

Is the setting sun

Night is coming

And day is done



Has just begun


(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 08 May 2017 02:52:43 GMT
Bird Nerd Showcase




















(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 08 May 2017 02:28:23 GMT
A bench and a pine....

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 07 May 2017 00:28:38 GMT
Color in the rain

I was a little early to a client's house recently and decided to sit in a parking lot underneath a remarkably large pine tree in my car while it was raining.  The tree had new growth that was colorful and bright.  Even the rain couldn't squelch its splendor.  In fact the drops only added effect and beauty to the photograph I took.  

I think I'd like to be more like the pine,


(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 07 May 2017 00:27:36 GMT

I have loved this song for many is a favorite classic around the world, written by a long admired, yet controversial actor, Charlie Chaplin.  It was first recorded with lyrics by Nat King Cole and performed and recorded thereafter by numerous stars.  What an interesting theme - so adopted and practiced by a large majority of humanity.  It seems that my parents' generation continued this tradition of "putting on a happy face" - often keeping emotion and sadness behind a shell of hope and denial of "life-gone-bad" experiences and trials. 

Me?  I am the queen of smile.  I don't say that arrogantly.  When you happen to be a "smiler" others usually think you are simply happy all the time.  For whatever reasons, my face has adamantly declared the good and pleasant, regardless of my heart condition.  I have had plenty of heartache and trial, yet ever recognized reasons to smile.  Somehow, I have always had an inclination to look at the "pretty", no matter how difficult the road of life.  I can't say it is a bad thing, and perhaps the hard-working generations before me had it right in rarely speaking of fear or sorrow.  I have known some who smile very little and truthfully, they are not the easier ones to spend time with.  Smiling is attractive and inviting.  People are usually looking for reasons to smile in a world that is often harsh and unforgiving.

I like to believe that I smile because of hope and pleasantries offered me by my amazing Maker.  Perhaps sometimes we smile simply to pretend trials are less and to attempt to connect with others, since isolation is not a fun place to dwell.  Sometimes it is just a reaction.  When heart break is exploding inside, yet the laughter of a child or that bright yellow finch momentarily conquers sadness, there is no greater treasure.

At any rate, smiling was given us as a gift.  Whether it is a response or used as a mechanism to hide behind or find hope, it remains a choice and a place to "land" if we but chose to.  I know we are told to "give thanks in all things".  Thanksgiving is often accompanied by a smile.  So...I will seek to be thankful today....and smile.


Smile though your heart is aching

Smile even though it's breaking

When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by

If you smile through your fear and sorrow

Smile and maybe tomorrow

You'll seethe sun come shining through for you


Light up your face with gladness

Hide every trace of sadness

Although a tear may be ever so near

That's the time you must keep on trying

Smile, what's the use of crying?

You'll find that life is still worthwhile

If you just smile


(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 06 May 2017 13:25:33 GMT
I will beeeeee happy


Sometimes ya just gotta say to your self, "I WILL beeeee happy."  There is a verse in the book of Matthew that talks about how God cares for us, and He uses the example of how He cares for the birds, yet we are still more important to Him.  

Note to self:  "Seek first the kingdom of God, and all those things will be added....."

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 03 May 2017 17:30:22 GMT
Another happy face

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 03 May 2017 17:25:18 GMT
Sunshine in rain














These guys just keep coming!  My feeders look like dots of yellow sunshine!  The rain has been deluging our area until yesterday when it was beautiful.  The floods have the entire midwest scurrying to save homes and businesses.  Today another pour-down day and not much more promise for tomorrow.  I think it has affected my general attitude!  But here I found some sunshine.  Lesson for the day:  When heaviness pushes hard against a heart, there seems to be a hand of rescue when we but notice - even in the rain! 

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 03 May 2017 17:16:18 GMT
After the storm Some nights I just have writing surges....perhaps they follow an hour or two when I run free just a bit on a day such as this.  This mid-west area has seen some record rain and floods in the past couple of days.  I have heard that all highways leading in and out of Jefferson County will be closed as of tonight.  I think often of those bailing water, needing shelter, or who have lost much, perhaps even the life of a loved one.  My heart weeps for anyone suffering from disaster or pain.  I have experienced some in my life, but consider myself fortunate in spite of difficulties.  Today, though many are suffering in our area, the sun came out and the sky showed it's most beautiful blue.  I had the opportunity to drive around just a little and take a few pictures of this incredible spring day that has followed torrents of rain and even disaster.  I realized yet again that gratitude is so often richer after the storm.  Lord, may thanksgiving always be on my lips.  Remind me to count blessings, even when the floods wash away everything I call mine.  May You alone be my greatest need and my reason to have a song in my heart.


(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 03 May 2017 03:04:07 GMT
A Story Sitting There

I saw a story sitting there

On velvet green, a rug so fair

Soft and tender was the floor

That cradled age from roof to door

Broken windows, rich with time

Secret tales, they swirled inside

The walls and fields of richest hues

Busy feet, dancing shoes

Running free, yet fixed indeed

On work at hand and mouths to feed

Wouldn't it be dear to know

More about the long ago

A simple time with charm so rare

That left a story sitting there

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 03 May 2017 02:48:30 GMT
After the Rain

A royal sky above the floor

Of forests deep where rivers roar

In flooded basins from the rain

Washing nature clean again

Far beneath the undergrowth

Raging waters swirl and roar

While above the sky is blue

Clouds of white and sunshine new

Seasons come and seasons go

Good and bad, ebb and flow

Sometimes angry waters rise

No matter what you do to try

The earth is stirred, the wind blows hard

Every stronghold torn apart

Don't forget to fix your eyes

On the one who paints the skies

He decorates with pink and gold

Silver lining, bright and bold 

Focus on the light that throws

Shadows over pain below

Find the promise in the blue

Of a sky that watches you

Love that reaches all the way

To where you stand after the rain.


(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 03 May 2017 01:47:54 GMT
The lil guy might be THREE today! Happy Birthday Asa! Asa - April, 2014Asa - April, 2014 AsaAsa


(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 29 Apr 2017 23:02:29 GMT
When Iris Eyes are Smiling

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 29 Apr 2017 01:04:03 GMT
Spring keeps springing...

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 29 Apr 2017 01:01:26 GMT
After the rain

All is quiet since the rain 

Fell and made things green again

Leaves are weeping and the fog

Is rising from the earthy bog

Down the hill where peepers sing

Around the pond and near the spring

The watered ground is bulging with

Moisture damp - and heavy mist

Crawls across the valleys wide

Like a blanket spreads to hide

Fences, barns and even trees

Still and eerie, without breeze

Emerald colors under gray

Stealing what there was of day

Coolness saturates the eve

As I fall into my dreams

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 29 Apr 2017 00:55:59 GMT
Perfectly Pink

Another little example of incredible perfection.  The Master Artist at His best.

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 28 Apr 2017 02:21:23 GMT
Sharing pleasures Well, I just keep taking pictures and writing.  There doesn't seem to be many comments on these tid bits of thought, but I do see foot prints and from the web site's calculations, there have been visitors. long a few are peeking in or stopping by, I will keep bringing humble offerings!  :)  I know it is a busy world full of busy lives.  I only wish I had more hours in a day and could simply spend my time trying to capture the beautiful America I live in.  A life time would not be enough to collect the available volumes!  

I sometimes wonder if others are as captivated by scenes such as the above photo.  It is difficult for me to pass by anything so splendid without at least trying to click a picture!  Of course, I realize that I am not a typical kind of person.....I come complete with a warped sense of humor, a well-used camera and pen, and have an insatiable desire to breathe in blue skies, a colorful outdoors, and anything that has a God-print on it.  For all those joining me here - if not just for a few minutes now and then - thank you for coming to share in similar pleasures!  I'd love to hear from you!


(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 28 Apr 2017 02:12:52 GMT
Kimmswick Castle

Seldom seen A scarecrow's dream

I hang in the hopes of replacement

Castles tall, I built them all

But I dream that I'm trapped in the basement


And if you ever hear me calling out

And if you've been by paupers crowned

Between the worlds of men and make-believe

I can be found


Plans I've made, a masquerade

Fading in fear of the coming day

Heroes' tales, like nightingales

Wrestle the wind as they run away


And if you ever hear them calling out

And if you've been by paupers crowned

Between the worlds of men and make-believe

I can be found


Garden gate, an empty plate

Waiting for someone to come and fill 

Scarecrow's dreams, like frozen streams

Thirst for the fall, but they're running still


And if you ever hear me calling out

And if you've been by paupers crowned

Between the worlds of men and make-believe

I can be found.      

Written by Dan Folgelberg

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 26 Apr 2017 02:12:58 GMT
And my personal favorite color.....

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 26 Apr 2017 01:03:02 GMT
Another splash of yellow

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 25 Apr 2017 23:28:25 GMT
Yellow - Not so mellow!

Another find today:  Yellow!  LOTS of yellow!  Love these wild flowers!  They made me happy, though the morning had been somewhat mellow after some work plans changed and I found myself trying to fill up time until my next appointment.  What a nice surprise to come upon a field that smiles! was contagious for I found myself grinning like a possum and racing around trying to get enough pictures to satisfy!  Funny how God's colorful paintings can simply work miracles in a single heart!  

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 25 Apr 2017 03:00:04 GMT
Sulphur Springs tragedy


So....I found this place today...a little south of Imperial Missouri...while I had a little extra time on my hands (which is rare these days). Who'd have thunk it?  Right there - was the very spot where 34 people died from a horrible train wreck.  I did a little hunting tonight and read that one family of 6 all died in the incident after a train rear-ended another train on a bridge over a creek near the Mississippi River there.  The  name of one deceased was Alice Cooper - interestingly enough that is also my maiden name.  Perhaps we were related?  As I read through the newspaper article from Aug. 5 1922, it is also interesting to notice how graphic the explanations of the entire wreck were, how different people lost their lives, and the miracles of others who survived. What a tragedy.  I'm sure I know someone who has a relative or friend who was lost during this horrific event in history.  

Today's lesson:  The unexpected happens - cherish life's blessings.

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 25 Apr 2017 02:53:48 GMT
Adapting I was sitting at a sandwich shop between job runs today thinking I'd relax and write a little.  One of my clients had cancelled and I just wanted a place to sit since it's too far to drive home and back to a later client in the same area.  I had looked for a quiet place - a park - a country road - a shade tree - anything.  However, I soon found that there were few of those kind of places - at least in that area.  

I remember when I was young, in my little town, there always seemed to be a gravel road to wander down.  A  place to pick flowers or walk.  My family have always been hunters, fishermen and mushroom hounds.  I'm not even sure where we were much of the time in those days of picking black berries, finding turtles and avoiding snakes and ticks!  But I know that we were able to enjoy the outside - beyond our back yard.  How fortunate I was to have those memories and that kind of freedom!  

And there I sat in a bustling eatery with a driving music radio station determining the choice for my audible listening "pleasure."  My senses suddenly were no longer stimulated by the hoped for flitting butterfly or a bubbling stream, but rather by colorful potato chip choices and the sounds of an adolescent be-bopper singing about loving someone's body.  I'm not knocking potato chips or romance, but for the love of solidtide, couldn't we forfeit just one or more of the above on such a grand spring day as this?!  

And so I sat.  With any choice of sandwich topping or soda flavor I could ask for.  I sat.  While the delivery truck roared to the front door and the uniformed guy brought in yet more potato chip choices.  I sat.  And I watched a small bus load of teen-agers parade in with yet their own head phones and drum beats as they giggled and teased, managing to pick out their flavor of potato chips and lunch meats.  I sat.  And, well, I suppose I WAS inspired and I DID begin to write - about missing solitude!  I suppose.....I adapted.

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 25 Apr 2017 02:24:23 GMT
Home of the brave















Rural America.  A picture of callused hands and hard-working people who have loved the land and learned the joys and disappointments of its offerings.  It is places of the soul where pride and integrity find balance and depth.  It is home where breathing the air and knowing seasons and change is a part of the blood and veins of its captivated dwellers.  It is about sleeves rolled up and dirty hands making a living, yet still embracing the open sky and sweet earthy surroundings.  

It is about working for the "boss" who commands the weather and circumstances that determine destiny from day to day and year to year.  It is about taking risks and praying for an outcome of provision and blessing.  It is about thankfulness for what is given and what is taken away.  It is about respect for creation and the God who speaks it into order and beauty.  "Our country tis of Thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee we sing."  

















Indian corn





(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 24 Apr 2017 04:07:36 GMT
So grand














I spent the afternoon with these two.  Be still my fast they grow....and how beautiful they become - especially to GaGa.  Of course, who could love em' more?  After having raised 3 girls and finding out for the first time that I was going to be a grandma, I wondered if I could love grand kids as much as my grandmother loved me!  There was a bit of concern in my mind since there had been some health and disability challenges with one of my own children.  Frankly, I was tired and wondered if I would have the patience and desire to have babies around again.  I have to say, when that first curly-headed little bundle came into this world, I was stricken with so much grandma love that there was never another thought of whether or not I would feel the thrill of wanting to literally squeeze those little faces!  Every single time I see them the excitement mounts - right up until their cheeks are touching mine .  What a joy to see the wonder and curiosity in the eyes of these little ones.  What a pleasure to see them smile and reach for me....the one who was worried about how much she could love!  I now know how my grandma felt years ago, when I bolted through the door of her little home and jumped into her open arms!  

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 24 Apr 2017 03:17:30 GMT
Waiting for the sun

Spring.  The time of new life.  The season for rain and tender shoots to burst through the soil towards the warmth of the sun. Sometimes on those cold, wet, cloudy days and nights, it seems that the sun is so far away.  We wait and watch through windows blotted with water droplets.  We see the pine trees cry cool, clear tears while they shiver and endure.  Everything awaits warmth.  Our lives are no different.  

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 23 Apr 2017 04:37:00 GMT


As long as I'm telling stories about peaceful experiences, I might as well include this one.  Yep, that's me - a long time ago - scuba diving off the coast of Maui.  No, it is not something I'd ever done before, and most likely something I will never do again.  But....if I could, I certainly would!  It was the most fantasy-filled activity I'd ever participated in.  What an enchanted place to be...under the sea!  It was whimsical, alive with color, yet silent.  An other-world encounter in slow motion. Underwater beauty defies imagination.  It is incredibly vast and mysterious, constantly introducing unique and vibrant life from out of its dark depths.  

What a delight to have been able to touch that world, if only for a short hour or two.  I will never forget the feeling of graceful rhythm and the rich beauty I discovered there - beneath the sea.  God didn't miss a beat - from spacious skies to the lower depths of creation.  His finger prints are there!

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 23 Apr 2017 04:22:24 GMT
Picture that I have heard that sailing is a delightful sport.  I can only imagine the expansive feeling of gliding through glistening waters, beholding the view of "ocean meets sky" as it all surrounds a tranquil air-filled sail.  The lapping claps of ripples hitting the bottom of the boat and a distant sea gull calling are about the only sounds.  A different world.  Blue.  Dreamy.  Peaceful.  I took this picture while sitting in the sand on the banks of the Mediterranean Sea in Tel Aviv, Israel.  It was a surreal scene and an unbelieveable trip.  The land where Jesus walked indeed has amazing supernatural elements.  As much as I would love to be on a boat just like that, the view from the beach was just as fascinating.  I could hardly see that beautiful craft move, though it was in fact gliding ever so gracefully by.  Maybe one day I will experience this from a different angle - sitting underneath those billowy sails.  If not, this was one of many incredible joys of this journey.

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 23 Apr 2017 03:58:25 GMT
A debut for you!

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 22 Apr 2017 03:09:33 GMT
A Song


I thought about a song today that stayed inside my heart

I couldn't stop its little dance or get a different start

On any other melody or another song

I just kept on singing it as I went along

The words were sweet and comforting and I didn't care 

To let it linger in my head and take me with it there

I danced about and sang the line about a fire bright

It spoke of warmth and tenderness -

How sunshine made one cry

For awhile it lifted me as I sang it through

Though was hard to recall words, I could hum the tune

Love it when those melodies come back and stay awhile

They just visit with a gift - tied up with a smile

Thanks for stopping by old friend, to help me through the day

Come again, I welcome you, have a seat and stay 


(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 22 Apr 2017 03:06:00 GMT
These 2 I believe these two cute faces have some upcoming plans in the making!  Just thinking about our Nashville couple and those smiles.  Proud of Sarah and Tony and happy our little treasured professor/song bird has found such a dear and talented man to share life and love with.  Miss you both!  XOXOXOXOXOX

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 22 Apr 2017 02:09:56 GMT


















Love people watching.  Love people smiles.  Love people expressions.  Love people hearts.  Love people colors.  Maybe each one is a mini-spec of the image of God. 

What if all the specs began to be in sync with His desires? 

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 22 Apr 2017 02:03:21 GMT
Treasures This classy lady was docked in Hannibal Missouri about a year ago when I happened to be driving through.  I felt so honored to get to see her on such a beautiful blue-bird day.  I so wanted to get on board and spend time exploring what must have been a grand interior.  I was anxious to see those massive steam chimneys pour forth dark smoke and make the deep hollow sound that is only heard on mighty rivers.  I spent at least an hour walking around, surmising the incredible regal scene. Some things only come around once in a life-time.  And sometimes we are fortunate enough to find ourselves face to face with those rare gems.  What a joy to simply admire and soak in the pleasures and treasures of life!


(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 22 Apr 2017 01:12:45 GMT
Land that I love I look at places and photographs such as these and they exhilarate my soul.  Something begins to dance and flutter at the space....the majesty...the color.  There is light and movement, growth and time happening in synchronized glory.  I want to twirl and run...maybe shout to see how much sound and excitement the expanse can absorb and embrace!  There is history and soft whispers of the past connecting with what is present.  Stories.  Mysteries.  Sweat.  Tears.  Years.  A grand painting of what God touching man might look like.  As there seems to be no end to the rolling background, so is there no end to speculation of what might have taken place in this very field....this very barn.  It is an open book.  A magnificent display of God grace to this America the Beautiful....rolling fields of green and gold, skies as blue as the sea playing with wispy, poofs of white billows...and man's simple shelter humbly accepting His favor and increase as well as turmoil and tragedy.

I took this picture on a little road trip heading towards Hannibal Missouri along the Mississippi River on a warm summer day about a year ago.  Along the way I found myself stopping to breathe in so many beautiful scenes similar to this.  I stood amidst rural farm land that has served as the backbone of my country.  This is one example of what hard-working men, women and children have done to make a living and build a nation that has served us well.  Much has changed as the years have come and gone.  However, if one pays attention, he can find the very same beauty that the generations before us admired at the end of those hard-earned days.  

Oh that we might take more time to stop and contemplate what God has done.  Oh that we might appreciate what those before us provided, and cherish the hands and hearts that cared enough to live and work honestly.  They have set an example for those of us who might willingly inherit the same qualities and respect for our blessings.  I thank God for the land I have grown up in and the people who have continued the traditions with enduring simplicity and kindness.  "God bless that I love...."

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 22 Apr 2017 00:27:27 GMT
He is Risen! Blessed celebration of the risen Lord to my friends, family and blog followers.  I so appreciate all who stop here to think, contemplate and play!  May our hearts be aglow with the knowledge of what Jesus has accomplished through His death and powerful resurrection!  

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(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 14 Apr 2017 03:23:51 GMT
A rose - for you

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 14 Apr 2017 03:18:52 GMT
Make the past last Rolling from one period of time into the next, this charmer sits in the quaint little town of Caledonia, Missouri.  It is a quiet reminder of days gone by.  If it could have kept a diary, wouldn't some of us scramble to read it?!  I love the treasures of the past and the stories they continue to offer their following generations.  Maybe someone knows a bit of this wagon's tales?  If so I'd love to hear about them.  If not, let us not stop imagining what might have taken place under and upon these very four wheels...and how it's history is in fact, a part of us.  I encourage families to keep records, dates, memoirs and accounts of the happenings and joys of life.  These can be passed to the generations that treasure our traditions and stories.

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 14 Apr 2017 03:13:37 GMT
Nite all....

Built in 1918.  This landmark in Bollinger County Missouri no longer stands.  I was fortunate enough to get many pictures of the bridge across White Water Creek while still proudly erect and proclaiming an era-gone-by.  Oh to get lost on a country road excursion that lasts for days or weeks with camera in hand!  The things that still remain!  If we but look and listen, we can hear the past whisper such sweet stories!

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 13 Apr 2017 02:41:57 GMT
A parrot parade

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 13 Apr 2017 02:36:19 GMT
A pearly white nightmare
I find myself relating to the expressions of a Galapagos tortoise to describe my day.


Dentist:  Ok, open wide

Kim:  Ok....ahhhhhhh

Dentist:  Here we go....

Kim thinking to herself, because she cannot speak:  Owwwwie, that was smarts.

Dentist:  Ok, gonna do another shot.

Kim thinking to herself:  Darn, surely one should do it?

Dentist, while holding a syringe:  Hold still while I......

Kim thinking to herself:  WHAT IS THIS???????  Childbirth was a piece of cake!

Dentist:  Sorry

Kim thinking (almost out loud by now):  PLEASE, either just get the needle out of the roof of my mouth or shoot me!  Wait, he DID.

Dentist:  Almost done.

Kim thinking with facial expressions and sliding down the seat:  Must hit the man below the belt.

Dentist:  Ok.  It's over.

Kim thinking and making fists:  Oh nooooo, it is NOT over!  I might be quickly losing the feeling in my mouth, but I will never trust you again!

Nurse, after Dentist leaves the room momentarily:  He always does those to insure you have no pain.

Kim thinking with silent with eyes like needles and tightened lips:  Spare me such kindness next time.

Nurse:  I know, it is a very tender place to give a shot.

Kim thinking with an inner lion growl:  You might as well have put it in my EYE.

Dentist: (after waltzing back in):  Are we ready?

Kim thinking to herself:  I will never be ready after that, and.....I will never trust you again.

Dentist:  Open wide.

Kim reluctantly thinking:  Ok

Dentist:  Open wider.

Kim thinking:  it's my mouth, not the Royal Gorge, though some may have argued that.

Dentist over the sound of suction noises:  Ok, Kim, you have to sit still.  It is hard to drill a moving target.

Kim, as she is getting her face sucked inside out by an air tube:  I don't like this game.  I wanna go home.

Dentist:  That's good.  About to get it.

Kim thinking while feeling with her tongue the gap he has carved out of what was once her tooth:  He took my tooth away.  Do I dare let him finish?

Dentist:  Just a little more.

Kim thinking while drooling and feeling defeated and humiliated:  Well, why not.  Maybe I'll get paid more.

Dentist:  Ok.  Bite down on this little piece of cardboard and moulding putty.

Kim thinking & being distracted by yet more suction:  That "little" piece of cardboard feels like a refrigerator box inside my mouth.  And...I don't trust you - or like you.

Dentist:  A few more minutes until that is set.

Kim thinking while suction tube grabs tongue and tries to vacuum it to unpleasant places:  If this cements my mouth shut I can still hit you.

Dentist:  Alright, ready!  I'll put the temporary on now.  You ready to be done?

Kim nodding and thinking while suction takes the side of jaw:  I don't think I'd be more ready if I were starving to death and was given a donut.

Dentist:  That should do you for today.  Come back and see me in two weeks and we'll have your permanent tooth ready.  it will be a much easier visit.

Kim with fat lip, still wiping tooth chips off her face:  We'll see. I don't trust you. i might still not like you. And I darn well don't want to come back to see you.

Dentist:  Take you some IB Profin and take it easy.

Kim nodding and thinking: Since you didn't offer me Oxycodone, I may be driven to crime at a pharmacy.

Kim:  Thanks, have a great day.  

Kim thinking:  I kinda doubt it will "suck" as much as mine.  


(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 13 Apr 2017 02:31:33 GMT
For His sake....













It's about that time again....  No.  I do not worship the Easter Bunny - or Big Bird, or super heroes, as fantastic and perhaps addicting as they might be to some.  I don't even worship music or photography, though I enjoy them tremendously!  I have not taught my kids that hunting eggs and watching chicks hatch is what Easter means. In fact I have very much "preached" the opposite.  

Yes.  I am aware of the pagan practices that preceded Easter and sought to make a mockery of the power of the risen Christ.  They failed.  They did not win.  They will not prevail.  Yes.  I believe that Jesus conquered sin and death and rose triumphantly on the 3rd day after He was cruelly nailed to a cross - for the sins of all humanity and unto the glory of God almighty!  Yes, I believe His love continues through the years and ages and is effective today in our lives if we but give our hearts to Him and accept the miraculous gifts He offers.  

These pictures include some very sweet memories for me.  It is my grandparents's farm.  As of last month we have lost them both, grandma being the last to pass from us.  The tradition to gather family, enjoy food - and play, will continue at this spot where I spent much of my childhood.  It happened to include a massive egg hunt for the kids!  My uncle Bobby has acquired the farm and plans to keep the tradition alive.

I know, after reading in later years, about some of the wicked practices and symbolism that supposedly introduced the ideas of decorating eggs and glorifying the very opposite of a living, loving God.  It seems that evil always wants to counter and even steal the meaning from truly Christian-based celebrations.  The Christmas "holy day" too has counterfeit and paralleled distractions and intentions, as does All Saints Day and probably many others.  

However, I believe that whether we hide eggs or watch Big Bird on TV, as long as God is glorified, then pagan traditions have no power in our hearts and lives.  Eggs are beautiful creations of God.  So are prisms and rainbows and colors and even pyramids and crystals.  If we do not use them for evil intent, then it would seem to me that God should be credited for the good they might bring to us, His children.

Those Easter Sundays, when our family met in order to both celebrate the Jesus we love and the gift of family and gratitude for the joys of life, were some of the most memorable days of my childhood.  Their stories continue through the years, and the home, back yard and fields surrounding that farm house still whisper something powerful about God's love for His people coming together.  I don't assume that everyone who visited on those days were believers, but I know my grandparents' love for God was deep and strong.  Their intentions were to share the love and light of Christ...and it has indeed stayed in my heart.  The eggs and bunnies?  Still sweet.  Still beautiful because God made them all.  But still secondary and even unnecessary compared to the reason we gathered.  

Jesus' life, death and resurrection brought US life!  He bought forgiveness, grace and the joy of living as believers with others who are like-minded.  He has shown us how to love, live and share those virtues with a broken world.  For His sake, may we dwell together in unity acknowledging His amazing grace and goodness and hold out encouraging arms to those who have yet to hear that good news.     









(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 09 Apr 2017 21:53:48 GMT
A little taste of

I'm thinking about a few favorite things....again.  Chai Tea Latte's, Blueberry muffins, let's see....Beverly Hillbillies?  Just smiling.....sometimes those things of the past sneak back to meet us in the here and now....and they become even sweeter.  I think the older I get the more I tend to visit my childhood.  Perhaps I was blessed enough to have had a better one than many, and I treasure that.  However, those carefree days gone by for most carry the lingering sweetness of laughter and un-harnessed joy.  Days of exploration and adventure.  Days when everything seemed new and inviting.  On a fresh spring morning, I like to open that memory box and linger there briefly.  I might need a Chai Tea Latte today.  Wonder if Andy Griffith is on?


(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 09 Apr 2017 14:39:54 GMT
A little more pink!

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 09 Apr 2017 03:54:58 GMT
Spring is awake! These delicate blossoms - sweet puffs of pink, hanging heavy with a light morning rain.  So refreshing.  So perfect.  So incredibly beautiful!  I cannot help but make a frail attempt to capture just a hint of their glorious opening!

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 09 Apr 2017 03:51:51 GMT
Picture Spring! Lovin' me some spring!  This weather has my permission to stay as long as it likes.  Oh to have more hours to enjoy these outdoor surprises!  Between work jobs last week I found a spot where the water was rushing over the road...and heart kind of bubbled a bit as well.  Too picturesque to not stop and stare awhile.  Decided to "flick" a few pics.  Sorry....not too good at selfies, but learning to work my clever camera timer for an "I was here" moment.  Friends, don't miss these days...they won't stick around for very long!    

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 09 Apr 2017 03:44:20 GMT
Sweet peace These birds.  Mourning doves.  They are so intriguing!  I have seen them build nests that are no more than a palm-sized platform under an eave.  The eggs often blow out during storms and even babies will sometimes fall to the ground as there are no sides on the nest.  They just do not seem to be very smart!  But in reality, they are peaceful and very loyal birds. Typically they mate for life and raise their young together, taking turns sitting on the nest!  We must admit that many humans do not do as well!  Their coos and presence is soothing and bring a lightness to any quiet gaze.  Large soft eyes and graceful swooping sounds as they lift into the air mesmerize me.  No wonder they are a symbol of peace.  I believe God used a dove in Noah's day to bring hope and promise to those who had been inside the ark for 40 days and nights and needed the comfort of new tomorrows.  Maybe it would do us all good to notice a bit more often!

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 06 Apr 2017 03:02:22 GMT
The lion must sleep tonight!

Day is done and I am through

I'm not sure if I can do

One more job, one more chore

Oh Lord, please....can't take no more!

Give me strength, give me rest

I can't say what would be best

All I know is I must find

A pillow soft to ease my mind

Close my eyes and start to pray

For tomorrow's brighter day!  

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 06 Apr 2017 01:59:13 GMT
Done Me.  After today.  Ever had one like that?  When you are just done.  Sooooo......that's about all I have to say about that.  Nite friends!

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 05 Apr 2017 04:23:26 GMT
Something to honk about I watched this stately guy and tried to take a "gander" at what he might be so quietly thinking!  Reminds me of the mellow me on cool, sunny days when I actually have time to sit somewhere lovely and take everything around me in.  Perhaps he was "reflecting" on just how beautiful the spring around him was?  Or maybe he was simply resting and wondering why I was disturbing his meditative stance with my incessant photos!  Maybe it wasn't a "he" at all, but a momma goose guarding a nest full of eggs close-by...and her watchful eye would have let me know had I gotten too close!  Whatever goes through the mind of a goose will always be a mystery!  However, it made for a nice photo shoot and a rather dignified pose!  Thanks, feathered friend for your time - so nice to run into you this fine spring day!

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 04 Apr 2017 03:00:28 GMT
Laughing Daffy's

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 04 Apr 2017 02:49:34 GMT
New life There is something about new life that goes beyond fascinating.  Spring is the time of year when those new beginnings seem to be in full "bloom"!  I took this picture a few years ago when a mother robin laid eggs in a window sill just outside a bathroom window of our house.  How exciting it was to watch the eggs hatch and baby robins grow until they were able to leave the nest on their own!  Each day I stood in front of that window staring and studying those little birds as well as the reaction of the worried mamma.  It was the highlight of my spring!  By now, I imagine some of these little unclothed guys are sitting, fully feathered on their own nests somewhere in the general area of where we then lived.  Life goes on....and makes it's complete circles.  Completely intriguing.  Completely amazing!  Not long after these birds hatched and grew, my daughter brought our first grand baby into the world.  I have watched that little person grow and change almost daily...and oh how exciting it is to hear little sentences begin to form and smiles of understanding spread over a pleased face when something new is comprehended!  Now grand baby number 2 is 9 months old and I am captivated by the beautiful process all over again - only with a new personality and new expressions!  Just as life is predictable, it is also full of surprises and variations that continue to bring me awe and delight.  All gifts and wonders sponsored and provided by Almighty God!

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 04 Apr 2017 02:47:16 GMT
Place of dreams This old sycamore tree was quite the center of attraction when I was a young girl.  It was situated on the bank of a bubbly creek that ran behind our home.  Many hours were spent climbing up and over the water where all kinds of dreams were imagined and my world mounted with make believe and fantasy.  Occasionally we would nail a board or two here and there so as to make stepping and climbing easier.  My brother even fell out of it once and broke his arm!  I remember carrying snacks up there in a bag over my shoulder, finding every comfort in it's broad branches.

Last year that big tree full of memories was blown down in a storm.  The place where I created my castles and princes toppled down and will no longer nestle little climbers with big dreams.  However, I will always love this picture taken not so long before the storm.  Though dreams and trees don't always last forever, their memories take me back to a carefree sunny day when nailing a board back in place was all I had to do to be all I wanted to be.

 ...Sometimes, isn't that just what we need?













Pictures of the tree after it was blown into the creek....and my dad gathering a bag of kindling that came from the tree for me to burn in my fireplace.  Ironic that the wood from that old sycamore is still keeping me warm!  The creek will never quite look the same, but the memories will ever make me smile!  

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 02 Apr 2017 04:40:56 GMT
Sounds of heaven

Sometimes when the air is clear

And all is calm; one can hear

The sounds that often go unheard

Whispering pines, a mockingbird

Falling water over stones

Breeze that makes the branches groan

Grasses rustle, bend and flow

Wild geese calling, flying low

Lonely sound of cattle moos

Across the field where green meets blue

Rolling meadows touch the sky

And I listen with a sigh

Sounds of heaven visit me

When I am still and hear them sing


(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 02 Apr 2017 04:08:07 GMT
Need some sunshine!

On a cloudy morning.....need some sunshine!

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 01 Apr 2017 12:41:58 GMT
Garden time?

I had a work cancellation today.....The Botanical Gardens might have to be a destination replacement.....just saying'.  

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 01 Apr 2017 12:39:54 GMT
Riveting Rosies

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 01 Apr 2017 03:52:48 GMT
The Painter

Glowing blossoms open wide

Bursts of brilliance touch the sky

Here below I stand amazed

As if they're singing songs of praise

Raindrops slide down petals pink

How they draw me, how they sing

Of One who paints the landscapes bright

Creating wonder, awe and life

If you notice you will see

The Master's splendid artistry

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 01 Apr 2017 03:49:44 GMT
A few of my favorite things....

There are things that fill my soul:  Bright yellow daffodils against a blue, powder puffed sky.  Tender petals dabbled with raindrops.  The sound of water dancing over rocks.  Spring peepers in chorus.  Rain when it gently falls onto a tin roof.  The smell of cattle nuzzling through fresh hay.  Standing among pine trees that sway and bow in the breeze.  An open rolling corn field.  The sweet smell of lilacs.  Hot peach tea in a delicate china cup.  Puppies that cry until you cuddle them.  A kitchen with an oven full of yeast rolls.  A cool, colorful free fall day.  The innocence of children.  A deep, blue swimming hole.  Lemonade in the summer.  Diamond clad velvet skies.  Wind chimes that tinkle and resonate with the wind.  A lonely train whistle.  Sunset concerts.  A familiar hymn played with passion.  Quilts when it's cold.  The stillness of a new snow fall. 

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 31 Mar 2017 04:21:07 GMT
Heavenly color Every Spring, these beauties stop me in my tracks.  When people say they don't believe there is a God, I can only look at them with a thousand question marks floating through my head, wondering if they have seen the tulips!  In my mind these alone tell me there were no accidents involved here.  The very brush strokes of the Master Artist are clear.  The color?  Brilliant and bright.  Some are more fragrant than others, but each is a display of the handiwork of an amazing Creator.  What are the chances that every Spring these flaming blossoms never fail to work their way out of the cool earth and turn their heads upward as if to say, "Join us as we give praise to the One from whence comes all that is glorious."

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 30 Mar 2017 02:41:34 GMT
A little more spring

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 29 Mar 2017 02:51:45 GMT
A toast to spring - my tulip overflows!

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 29 Mar 2017 02:48:09 GMT
Grand babies AsaAsa

Above:  Asa - now almost 3.  Below, Nova - now 9 months old. 

Oh how our hearts want them to stay

Sweet, near and sheltered all of their days 

Oh how we wish for blessings around

Their every breath, movement and sound  

And oh how those faces make us believe

That miracles happen in ways we can see

Oh how my breath just wants to pause

As I am mesmerized, simply in awe

Lord, will You keep them and hold them when I

Cannot reach far enough, though I desire

To always be holding my arms open wide

Giving them love and a place they can hide

May my attempts to not let them go

Be shadowed by mercy and grace from Your throne

These two.  Joy - no matter what the world throws my way.  There is surely a reason they are called GRAND babies.  

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 29 Mar 2017 02:42:12 GMT
More Peace

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 23 Mar 2017 15:24:16 GMT
Peace I remember in the late 60's (yeah, I'm that old) as war in Vietnam had raged and the hippie movement continued to have its influences, we heard the word "peace" a lot.  A two finger gesture was common as was the rebellion against the rebellions going on in the world.  Instability makes us long for stability.  War makes us long for peace.  Hurt and heartache makes us long for comfort and happiness.  In its absence, the good in life suddenly becomes more appreciated and even glorified in our wants and desires for it.  

Going to a funeral today.  My grandma Rouse.  There will be a lot of pleasant memories to contemplate and some very missed faces reunited.  I already wish we could all go back and laugh with those dear departed ones again.  In the meantime, perhaps those stories and remembrances will bring peace, amidst the pain of loss.  A lesson I keep learning:  Linger when there is good...that will be our peace when times are difficult.  Peace.

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 23 Mar 2017 15:19:50 GMT
Grandest of parents!















My mom, Asa & AbiMy mom, Asa & Abi Grandmas and babies.  Doesn't get much better!  I realize more as time races ahead, just how important the hours  with grand parents are.  I have just this week lost my last surviving grandmother.  It's both sad and odd to suddenly realize that an entire generation before me is no longer with us.  At one time I had at least a dozen grandparents and great grandparents on both sides of my family.  I was indeed blessed to have influence, wisdom and great stories from these wonderful people with rich history from a time gone by that I could only imagine.  The days before cars, indoor plumbing, electricity, gas stoves and telephones!  I had the interesting privilege of watching some of those things develop and infiltrate my life while some of these very grandparents never really adjusted! They felt about micro-wave ovens then much like I do with computers now!  But the joy, love and information these folks gifted me with far outweighs any technology differences or generation gaps.  These grand-dads who were hard workers, miners, farmers, carrying their lunch pails to the job each early morning, and grand-moms who plucked the chickens, gathered the eggs and canned the green beans had much to offer.  The babies they held and comforted....the warmth of their arms and home-cooked goodies continues to soothe this mind that is frequently challenged by today's fast-paced intelligence and competition.  I pray that I might be remembered in a similar way to my own grand children.  I pray that they will find the same comforts, warmth and laughter that encouraged me and brought me stability to get through the toughest parts of life.  I also pray that they might remember the simple times of snuggles and play that will go with them through their own years of growth and challenge - enough to pass on to their following generations.  Lord, give me abundant strength and love that reflects You to my blessed grand children and may they grow up to see You as the ultimate Source from whom all those blessings flow!

My dad and I with 6 grandparents!My dad and I with 6 grandparents!

Six grandparents from my dad's side, my dad and me when I was only a few months old.  

My mom & dad with my dad's mom and her mom, me, my brother, Eddie & sister, Terri at grandma Rouse'sMy mom & dad with my dad's mom and her mom, me, my brother, Eddie & sister, Terri at grandma Rouse's

My mom, dad, sister, brother, dad's mother and her mother on the far left.  I was about 12 or 13 I believe and this was an event at my mom's parents' house, who are not pictured, but were most likely in the kitchen and entertaining a house and/or yard-full of relatives, neighbors and friends!



(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 23 Mar 2017 02:30:18 GMT
The golden hour....











There is a magical time on some dusk evenings when the sun decides to throw a golden light upon the earth.  It is as if a stage is readied and an invisible curtain rises to meet the bluest of skies while revealing a secret glow that only God can use to paint and create exquisite masterpieces.   Such was tonight, and then the golden ball rested, snuggled between layers of puffy jade clouds.  Some moments are meant to be savored...

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 21 Mar 2017 02:55:19 GMT
A thank you rose


Another thank you for my blog visitors today.  I've done a lot of writing lately, it seems, and happy to see that I've had company!  What a pleasure to know others sometimes enjoy something that is so easy for me to share!  There are days or weeks when I feel like Forrest Gump and simply keep run-nang!  Then there are days when the spring goes dry and my footprints disappear! Thanks for looking - even when there are no tracks!  I will keep coming back as long as the stream is running!  It will be a busy week here.  A funeral and a wedding all in one week!  And...I am working quite a lot these days.  But it will only create more blog material, right?  Thanks everyone.  I am very humbled!  Have a rose!

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 20 Mar 2017 18:51:10 GMT
Grandma Rouse Memories are running through my mind like a rushing mountain stream! We lost my grandma Rouse this March day.  It doesn't surprise me that she left this earth in the spring.  Grandma loved flowers and spring was when the farm came to life.  It was garden time, baby chick time...and the celebration of Easter.  Oh the gatherings at Easter!  Grandpa's big egg hunt debut each year.  Hundreds of eggs spread out all over the field behind their house - and scores of aunts, uncles, cousins and friends there to share lunch and the outdoors at their place. There was food....and more food!  And of course everyone emptied their pockets to put coins into plastic eggs as well as bring their offerings of multi-colored dyed eggs.  The hunt time was counted down and Grandpa alone opened the gate to the field with kids roaring to run after the prizes!  All took their bags, baskets and boxes and slowly brought back the loot!  There were prizes for the most found and of course everyone ate eggs!  I can remember one particular time when the boys were cracking those eggs on their heads for fun before eating them.  One particular time, one of those "boiled" eggs was not boiled and some lucky little feller got a runny egg face to the delight of the others watching the hilarity!  Even if it was raining, that egg hunt seemed to happen!  





























The barn was the choice place for most of the kids to be, though often when too many were there, it became off limits.  When we didn't have a red flag, many hours were spent in the hay loft, playing hide n seek and simply doing what tow heads do!  The house had a sloping room on both sides in the back - perfect for the ball games we loved to play.  All the cousins would divide up into two on each side of the house.  The opposing team would throw the ball over the roof and if we caught it we would race to tag those on the other team before they could run to safety on the other side. Occasionally the ball would get caught behind the chimney flu and we'd have to get an adult or older kid to rescue it!  Hours of fun while grandma was in the kitchen and grandpa kept a stash of "monkey blood" or Methyolate (technical term) for an occasional skinned knee or elbow.  Grandpa had a way of enjoying kids....I suspect it was because he had quite a big one inside himself!  

I could tell stories about the men reclining in those metal scalloped chairs leaving indents in the ground after all their tall tales, fishing stories and adventures.  The laughter would rise and fall as a part of the rhythm of that place and the world around it.  I could also tell about the infamous outhouse that stood until around the 1970's sometime and how the cold winters and hot summers didn't offer time to stick around in there!  It was all about getting business done and back to the important events of the day!  I could list other memories such as grandpa's pet raccoon, Pete, hog stories, chicken tales and even one of my attempting to pluck a tail feather from a very large turkey.  (That did not end so pretty as the turkey was not having it and the flogging I got taught me a new respect for those birds!)

There were horse stories, snake stories, mice in corn barrels whose end came when grandma conveniently dropped the barn cat inside and shut the lid!  The most agonizing memory was when grandpa, dad and others had killed a hog to butcher and it was hanging on a post or tree.  There was a big metal wash tub that the entrails were being dropped in as they went.  I was wide-eyed and learning much when to my horror, I accidentally backed too close to the wash tub and fell in, plopping right down on warm, slimy pig guts.  My surprised look got the attention of the men and as they rescued me from the steamy hog parts-and my own shock, there were endless chuckles and comments that continue today!  That was an event none of us will forget - especially me!

...And many memories.  So much the fabric of me.  Such precious folks.  A full, rich generation gone by...Till we meet again, grandma!


(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 20 Mar 2017 14:50:28 GMT
Beautiful Camellia

Soft, elegant, fragrant, romantic, colorful Camellia

(Kim Bollinger) kk Sat, 18 Mar 2017 13:56:46 GMT
Sweet music Yep, I went here last night.  What an amazing place.  What talent thrives between the ornate columns and curtains of this historic building!  Music is powerful.  Humanity has figured that out to the degree our ears and spirits can imagine - and indeed we "use" it to draw emotion, drama, passion and excitement from the hearts of our listening admirers of it.  What an experience it is to hear a full symphony unite in melodic, glorious harmony to create truly wonderful sounds that move and grip us deeply.  To say the least, I wanted to stand and applaud upon every thrilling and broad climatic rise of those sonorous songs so sweet.  What is this ageless, bigger than life thing called music?  It is mesmerizing.  Mysteriously capturing.  Compelling.  Prevailing.  Lingering.  It seizes  the essence of our longings and the very breath of our being.  It can only be God-given.  Supernatural nature.  The heartbeat of God Himself.  Thanks God, for music as it can be the very tool that can only describe You to our very human heart in a satisfying way.  May we choose to use it for the purpose of offering back to You the gift it truly is.  After all....what better way to say thank You, than through the treasured gift called Music?


(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 18 Mar 2017 13:47:35 GMT
Give Me Jesus You may have all this world; give me Jesus."  There's an old spiritual song with these words that carries such a melodic echo through my soul.  It's meaning is deep and multiplied.  Though I don't know its history without researching it, it has sweetly resonated through the ages and continues its almost haunting truth....all else is vanity, except for the tender and powerful love of Jesus.  I look at the world and what it offers and always come home to one final absolute: Eternal hope with the One who gave it all is really what we live and long for - even in this life of colorful distractions, comforts and temporary passions.  Life gives plenty to make our daily experiences more satisfying.  It sells us "things" that help with the very pain that it also offers.  The things that are different are the parts of life that God has created - simple - seasonally faithful - beautiful.  "Consider the lilies" as we read in the New Testament.  These have need of nothing except what God Himself provides in the rain, sunshine and soil.  These things, though they fade, seem to be as eternal as the promises God offers to us if we but choose Him.  The older I become, the more clear these truths become.  This world will fade.  He will not.  The question remains: Will we take the fleeting pleasures of today or will we accept a hope and love that has an ever established foundation?  Give me Jesus. 

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 18 Mar 2017 13:18:58 GMT
Azalea-rama coming soon!

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 15 Mar 2017 15:22:27 GMT
Azalea Debut

This amazing spectacle will soon burst to life.  Wait for it.......

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 15 Mar 2017 00:30:50 GMT
Come and rise forth, thou happy flower!

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 15 Mar 2017 00:26:00 GMT
Dazed and confused This little fellow seemed a bit puzzled.  Though it is hard to see from the photo there was snow on these daffodils from an early March morning white surprise.  It was beginning to melt when I captured this guy surmising the scene.  It was as if he were asking, "Hey, did I get the wrong month?  I thought sure it was Spring!"  I couldn't help but giggle a little.  How often do I feel the same when the world seems confusing and unpredictable.  There appears to be a lot of that in these very fast-moving and harsh times.  Rules, paperwork, busy-ness, technology, challenge, pressure, stress.  The list is long and simplicity is not something that is often enjoyed.  My mind goes racing to times when picnics, sitting on the front porch and the sounds of babbling creeks and pines in the wind was a much more common experience for me.  It was as anticipated as sunshine in July.  I wondered if the Robin somehow felt the same bewilderment as I often do!  Here's to you, flying friend!  May Spring soon warm your feathers and bring you simple delights!

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 15 Mar 2017 00:16:21 GMT
Looking up A thousand points of dazzling light 

On a velvet sky

Dancing diamonds leaping bright

Brilliant and alive


Underneath the dotted dark

I have found delight

Comfort for my aching heart

Beauty to my eyes


The moon defies all gravity

Weightless, in its glow

An endless ball of mystery

This night, oh so close


I raise my face unto the sky

From whence will come my help

Looking to the God of light

Who lifts beyond myself


I see His glory hanging there

Causing breath to pause

So small am I and destitute

Aware still of a cross


That bought me when I had no voice

And saved before I knew

Sin would own me until He

Would offer life anew


And then He more than rescued me

He gave me eyes to see

The wonders of His universe

His love and majesty

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 13 Mar 2017 02:46:49 GMT

Time to put the sun to bed

My heart is tired too

One more day will close its eyes

And hope to rise renewed

Lord, the night belongs to You

Tomorrow may it be

That I might bless You humbly

With a fragrance sweet.

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 12 Mar 2017 23:25:22 GMT
How lovely is Your dwelling place, O Lord.....

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 12 Mar 2017 23:10:15 GMT
Spring prayer

Beneath the cotton billows, strewn across the sky,

I seek to see God's view of things, while breezes pass me by.

My heart is humming softly a tune that's sad and deep.

Though there's beauty all around, it doesn't seem to reach

Where my soul needs healing, where the hurts reside,

Down into the roots of pain that tease and taunt my mind.

How can so much beauty not lend me the wings

To fly as freely as the bird or let me also sing

A song of joy and laughter I so long to breathe,

Melodies of mockingbirds to replace the grief.

God of all that's living, teach me how to sing

As You touch the daffodils, make my Winter Spring.

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 12 Mar 2017 23:06:32 GMT
Coming soon: Azalea parade

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 12 Mar 2017 22:47:25 GMT
Snow hugs

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 12 Mar 2017 22:45:46 GMT
Greeting Spring

Winter's frigid gray and white

Now succumbs to Spring's delight

Yellow blossoms framed in green

Robins bound onto the scene

Sunny days and breezy nights

Cotton clouds and soft moonlight

Color seems to comfort me

Feathered friends sing poetry

Lilac scents float through the air

Fragrant hyacinths so fair

All my senses want to dance

Join the chorus and romance

Of March's painted kisses sweet

Earth's refreshment, my rich treat

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 12 Mar 2017 22:42:45 GMT
Laughing Daffy's

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 06 Mar 2017 01:24:36 GMT
Sprouts of Spring...

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 06 Mar 2017 01:20:52 GMT
Let the pink begin!

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 03 Mar 2017 23:48:44 GMT
Welcome! I have missed winter....though I have heard no large or small ladies singing about it being over.  Either way, no one can complain about these beauties popping out everywhere.  Another favorite....the hearty daffodil/jonquil/Easter flower or whatever you want to call these smiling delights!  Welcome flowers - even if we might catch your little sunny heads above a winter snow!  

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 02 Mar 2017 02:18:53 GMT
A breezy day

Writing is an interesting thing.  Inspiration comes in waves.  There's a rhythm - a flow.  It isn't tangible or predictable.  It's a wind; suddenly it's there - or it's gone.  I had a month or more recently where there was swelling inside - until the cloud broke onto these pages.  And then as quickly as the rain stopped.  And for days and weeks there was nothing.  Oh, occasionally, when driving or walking, a thought might begin, but generally just no pressing desire to have a blog storm.  

I suppose life is similar.  It sways - like the trees....sometimes hard enough to make the boughs crack and pop....or even break.  Sometimes it's a gentle, steady motion that even the leaves don't seem to mind.  They rock to the beat of the world around them....the forces they rise to meet each day.  They embrace and even dance with the invisible breezes that subtly manipulate them.  It's not until the harshness presses hard on them that they are even aware... and then we might hear the crackling, creaking sounds of resistance and bending.

Writing is often the complaints or groans that respond to daily winds and storms.  Or it can be a mellow sound, a playful song, a content melody.  One never quite knows when the heart will offer it's depths...and to what extent.  At any rate, these pages are an outlet, where the tides can softly roll in....or carry the ship passionately outward to sail away from the mundane.  I suppose today is a quiet, breezy float....a contemplative afternoon of watching the sea gulls soar and glide.  I'm thankful it's not a typhoon.  :) 

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 26 Feb 2017 22:51:24 GMT
I Give You A Daisy A Day....

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 31 Jan 2017 04:28:02 GMT
Thank you to my readers!!

A big thank you tonight to all those who have taken the time to read and comment on my blog.....I appreciate your browsing through my hours of scribbling, posting, photo cropping, thinking, and wandering around on these, my therapeutic pages of release and relief in a busy, chaotic, happy, sad, up and down world!  I especially love your comments.  Maybe it's the vanity is us that enjoys the feedback, but it is truly very encouraging!  

I think the heart of all creative folks is to somehow provide an outlet for others to articulate or declare what has been needing to be set free.  It refreshes me to write and post photos that I have taken...I hope it will offer those reading some similar expressions.  Blessings to each of you....dear friends and family who enjoy these thoughts.  

(If you are interested in scrolling back to previous blogs - and there are many - just scroll to end of the page you might be on and find the "previous pages" arrow/button at the lower left.  Also on the right bottom you will find an archive/history arrow that will allow you to more quickly find posts from a couple of years ago.  Help yourself to as much reading and photos as you'd like.  There is also a photo gallery - button at the top beside the blog button - and more things about who I am if you'd like to know.)

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 31 Jan 2017 04:19:15 GMT
Blue and Green = Peace

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 30 Jan 2017 02:06:13 GMT
More Peace...

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 30 Jan 2017 02:02:13 GMT
A Happy Flower

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 29 Jan 2017 02:47:07 GMT
Some Yellow for the Mellow

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 28 Jan 2017 23:22:54 GMT
Changes Cold winter morning                                         

The sun is gone

Still I have to

Carry on


Face the day 

Forge along

Yet within me

There's a song


Of warmth ahead

Of bright, clear skies

Of days when I 

Can realize


A dream of balmy 

Breezes blowing

Fresh, clear brooks

Of water glowing


Leaves of green

On dappled trees

Hay fields growing

To my knees


Flowers blooming

Clouds of cotton

Images I 

Have half forgotten


Change is coming


Deep inside

My hopes are rising


Waiting for 

One special thing

That oh, so glorious

First day of spring


(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 28 Jan 2017 23:20:20 GMT
Nights of Light

Pulsing light on velvet skies

Dancing brilliance catch my eyes

I am captured by the sound

Of silent glitter all around

Darkened canvas so serene

Leaping diamonds steel the scene

My heart pauses, and I stare

A sight so vast, so rightly there

Beyond my frail ability 

To comprehend such mystery

Endless canvas, sweet delight

Lovely, lively bursts of bright

I gasp and gaze, and then behold

Sheer majesty in black and gold

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 28 Jan 2017 22:58:03 GMT
Good night sun


(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 26 Jan 2017 03:06:10 GMT
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Oh carefree, happy days of youth

The world, mine to explore                             

From break of day till evening time

I'd spread my wings and soar


Chasing butterflies and birds

Playing in the creek

Looking under logs and rocks

Adventure I would seek


Breathing in the country scents

Plowed earth and new mown hay

The fragrances enchanted me

As I would run and play


The sounds of crickets and of bees

The chattering of a squirrel

They were quite a symphony

For this little blond haired girl


I curled up in the big old barn

With a book and open mind

And through those pages I would travel

Meeting folks of every kind


Oh the joy of those days                             

Now looking back I see

The thing I treasured most of all

Was the freedom to be ME    

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 26 Jan 2017 02:23:34 GMT
Thanks for the memories....




Remembering those who have gone before us and paved a way for us to walk...

May we too make pathways that cause others to smile as our memories softly remain in their hearts.

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 25 Jan 2017 01:58:16 GMT
Broken Wings

The sky is gray this winter morn

Clouds are thick and low

I'd like to say my heart is bright

But can't quite say it's so

Sometimes I so long to be

Where tree lines touch the sky

Put the words upon a page 

As my pen describes

The way I need to feel the wind

Blowing through my hair

Oh to see the tender pines

Swaying without care

All around a symphony

Of birds and bubbling streams

I can almost hear it now

Feel its pulse, it seems

Forest rhythms rocking boughs

Lively critters play

Underneath a canopy

I go there on this day

When life is crowding out the dreams

That are a part of me

And my heart must find a way

To spread my broken wings

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 25 Jan 2017 01:52:20 GMT
A bigger view...




"...for every animal of the forest is mine, and the cattle on a thousand hills. I know every bird in the mountains, and the insects in the fields are mine."  Psalm 50:10, 11


Kinda puts things into perspective!  

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 24 Jan 2017 04:05:22 GMT
The colors of a barn

I have a bit of a fetish for old barns.  I don't know....something about what is silent that intrigues me!  The activity that most of them saw each day now often sits quietly and keeps secrets and stories cradled gently within their grayed, worn walls.  This photo was taken just as the sun was falling asleep behind it.  The deep colors and unusual lighting, partly due to the headlights from my car sort of paint the picture of it sinking into the background of history.  Sad tales about such warm and busy buildings gone by....  Wish I could preserve each one.  Guess I'll just keep clicking.....

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 24 Jan 2017 03:32:34 GMT
Heart and Soul Somehow this shot finds me holding to an ember that lingers deep within my soul.  A flame of every passion that makes me me and continues to inspire the running of the race for the prize.  The fire that represents the heartbeat of the Father of light and hope.  A throbbing desire to know real love and crave life as intended by the Creator Himself...

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 22 Jan 2017 21:46:23 GMT
Barns and things Across the river, through the trees

There's a barn that sits in these

Rolling fields of golden grain

That sway in spite of wind and rain

Gentle scene that soothes my soul

Whispers warmth when life is cold

Faded red on timbers worn

It's the stories I adore

Farmers who have plowed the fields

Weathered hands to bring the yields

Sustaining life another year

Through the seasons, through the fear

Of heat and winter, cold and storm

Tending cattle, wheat and corn

Grandpas, fathers and their sons

Tending til each setting sun 

Sinks low behind that aging barn

The center of its simple farm

That shelters bags and bales and hay

And animals that moo and bray

An era quickly passing by

Holding richness deep inside

Its heritage and all that's dear

Precious memories, treasured years

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 22 Jan 2017 20:41:20 GMT
Lost in Space




















Let your imagination be dazzled.....

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 22 Jan 2017 04:39:12 GMT
Endings and Beginnings Saying goodnight to this beautiful day. The holidays are pretty much behind us.  2016 is done.  One president has gone and a new one is sworn in. Each chapter of life that ends seems to mark a beginning to a new one. Every sunset means there will be a sunrise. The end of one season is a promise that a new one is beginning.  Even death does not happen without a moving forward in some way, whether we are prepared or not.  

Most of the time our humanity resists  change.  Especially unpredictable change.  However, it is inevitable.  We will each enter a new moment, a new day, a new year, a new time until our days are done. And then, yet a new day will dawn. New life will spring up from the ashes of history and memories.  We are a part of the circle of life.  We get however many determined years given here on earth, and then eternity begins - good or bad!

I consider eternity.  Endless.  We are promised continued life and anticipated joy if we simply believe that one man, a portion of the very God of all creation, came to earth to carry the weight of our mistakes and failures - to death.  Thankfully, that was not the end.  Accepting that one amazing, miraculous act assures the promise of continuing life.....regardless of the "endings" of this life.  Though God makes new beginnings in this life visible, even the end of this life has promise if we but believe.   

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 22 Jan 2017 00:29:12 GMT
More hope rising....

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 21 Jan 2017 17:24:42 GMT
Bright hope for tomorrow. I have to say that sunshine is feeling good just now!  Makes me think happy thoughts!  Today I was listening to the Inaugural prayer meeting on TV.  It is not my intent to be political on this site.  And whatever your feelings or thoughts might be about our current new president or direction as a country, I have to say it was refreshing and somehow comforting to hear some of the music included in that service today.  Though I choose to minimize politics here, I will never apologize for being a believer in the God who sent His only Son on behalf of those of us in whom He chose to give life.  One of the fine hymns presented at the service this day was perhaps my favorite, "Great Is Thy Faithfulness."  A poignant line in that beautiful and hope-filled song is, "...strength for day and bright hope for tomorrow..."  It causes my heart to lift as I think of His faithfulness that has carried me through many dark winters.  The promise of His continued help and guidance is present with each sun-lit morning and evident in every perfect flower that will not cease to shoot through the cold, damp earth, regardless of the bleakness that seems to hold them captive before their resurrection!  Today I am gently reminded of His faithfulness and hope.  May we passionately grip that - not only for our country, but for our individual lives and dreams.  "All I have needed, Thy hand hath provided.  Great is Thy Faithfulness, Lord, unto me!"

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 21 Jan 2017 17:21:59 GMT
Smiling color

A splash of color for a winter day.  Go ahead - smile!

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 19 Jan 2017 04:16:32 GMT
Somewhere Out There.....

Do you ever wonder who is looking up at the same sky?  ​​​​:)

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 19 Jan 2017 04:12:59 GMT
The Bench (Photo featured on Facebook's "Just Breathe" site) I come here now and then to see

How my heart is managing

Life and all its highs and lows

Nights of sorrow, days of gold

As I sit and contemplate

The shadows tell me it is late

Time is fleeting oh so fast

There's less future than what has passed

Shadows lengthen and I sigh

The sun's still radiant in that sky

It seems that though I feel my age

It's warmth upon me gives me grace

As long as I keep looking there

I feel it's joy and know its care

Something about just waiting here

Makes His presence oh so near

Gives me strength to face the night

Teaches me the pow'r of Light

Out beyond the tops of trees

Past the skyline, past the breeze

Dwells the Source of all that's right

As I bask in this delight


This incredible photo is featured on Facebook's site called "Just Breathe".  As a rule, I use my own photography here, but could not resist passing this one on and encouraging my visitors to check them out!  You will enjoy the photography there!  Thanks "Just Breathe", for capturing so much beauty and sharing it with us!

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 19 Jan 2017 03:42:53 GMT
What a hoot! This is me after a day of working a new job, still not understanding quite what I am doing, and having frustrations tightly gripping my craw!  I tend to love the nature of my job - working with people - but there's that computer and paper work....  

Now, I am NOT a natural when it comes to technology.  Not by any means.  In fact, I make computers grow legs and run away when they see me coming!  I'm especially not used to working with spread sheets and with anything other than what MAC offers....which, by the way, they say is more "user friendly" as it relates to creative people like myself, though I have often challenged them.  After they handed me a Dell laptop at my new job, I knew I was in trouble, since trouble follows me - even on the machine I am most familiar with!  

At any rate, today, after having seen clients now for a couple of weeks and fumbling through the paper work each day, I hit a wall!  I was still struggling so much trying to wade through the excel program that my eyes glazed over and my pre-ulceric stomach churned one final time before the lump in my craw oozed right up through my throat and turned into a groan that would have insulted even a hoot owl with laryngitis.  I tried to text and then call my supervisor.  No answer.  I had 30 minutes to finish the paperwork before leaving to see my next client and things were not clicking.  So through bleary eyes and in desperation I sent my notes via e-mail to my boss explaining my predicament, then packed up all technological devices along with their "wireage" and attachments and hit the road to my next destination.  A three-hour appointment that would end with me and my computer having yet another stand off in the front seat of my car!  Once again, I managed to power on all electronics and begin the daunting job of entering data.  For some reason things did in fact come a bit easier this final time, though a meeting with someone who can walk me through is in order soon!  

Yep, that was my day.  8:00 am - 7:30 pm.  Complete with the highs and lows of a thriller movie!  Gonna pull off my boots and try to forget it ever got to me!  Now, ain't that a hoot!?

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 17 Jan 2017 03:11:01 GMT
Down the Road

Looking down that road again

Wondering what's beyond the bend

The only thing I get to see

Is where I've been or wish to be


I pause and ponder how to trust

And yet there is no choice.  I must

Let him lead me by the hand

Grant me faith so I can stand


And take another step today

Blindly let Him make a way

Oft times its dark and I can't see

My hand or foot in front of me


My hope instead is in the One

Who has walked the path I'm on

My faith is weak and how I fall

But His love stays and conquers all

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 16 Jan 2017 02:40:58 GMT
Sweet Tooth Morning We have been "holed in" now for 3 days due to the ice and road conditions surrounding the very large hill where we live.  Even though there are definite minuses to this situation, I enjoy not having to go to work or deal with outside demands, for sure!  And...I love the time when I can write, read, sit in front of the fire and just take in the silence.  The sparkling icy outside is rather beautiful and greets me each morning with enchanting magic.  I also enjoy hot chocolate, cookies, and any bits of sugary pleasure I can find!  I have concluded that this could be dangerous!  :)  Along with inclement weather comes, gray, cold, drippy days!  It is so very easy to reach for "comfort" food as I curl up in my favorite blanket and throw on another log!  Yep, I've also concluded that I am an addict - of the sweetest kind!  (Well, as it relates to liking sugar!  ha ha)  I found this pic I'd taken in the nostalgic Caledonia Golden Rule General Store a few years ago - made me smile.  I cannot deny my Baby Boomer upbringing....the days of discovering 5 cent Popsicles and Milk Duds.  These were the rewards in which earned me the spare tire and cravings I carry yet today!  And that, my friends, is where I've been this cold, damp January morning!

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 15 Jan 2017 17:38:15 GMT
Trials Turn to Gold

I often think about the days gone by

And ponder my regrets

Shattered dreams and hopes undone

So hard to forget 


Perhaps I need to shift my sight

Not look upon the "old"

But instead just focus on

Those waving fields of gold

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 15 Jan 2017 16:48:49 GMT
A momentary diversion...

These will be back!  Until then, here's a smile!  :)

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 14 Jan 2017 22:56:01 GMT
Ice Underneath the canopy

Of crystal coated boughs

Fragile chandeliers of ice

Dress each branch with crowns


Diamond colored, glossy, smooth

Shimmering delight

The forest groans with crackling sounds

And I behold the sight


Slippery limbs and frosty leaves

Stiff above my head

And on the floor the carpet green

Colorful Instead


Crusty glaze, it covers all

Holding in its grip

All of nature for awhile

Though it soon will drip


Into the spring when life returns

Hidden tight til then

Inside the frozen crusts of cold

Glassy, creaking limbs 

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 14 Jan 2017 22:38:44 GMT
Ice, Baby, Ice

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 13 Jan 2017 22:57:48 GMT
Dust if You Must (Rose Milligan)

DUST IF YOU MUST (Rose Milligan)


Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better

To paint a picture, or write a letter,

Bake a cake, or plant a seed;

Ponder the difference between want and need?


Dust if you must, but there's not much time,

With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;

Music to hear, and books to read;

Friends to cherish, and life to lead.


Dust if you must, but the world's out there

With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;

a flutter of snow, a shower of rain,

This day will not come around again.


Dust if you must, but bear in mind,

Old age will come and it's not kind.

And when you go (and go you must)

You, yourself, will make more dust.

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 13 Jan 2017 22:13:44 GMT

Photographs inspire me.  They make me think more deeply and even write about those thoughts.  Sometimes when I look at still shots it is easy to discover life lessons.  The above pillar photos somehow "spoke" something to me when I shot each one of them, but just now they remind me of the supports I have had throughout my lifetime.  There are people who will always remain heroes and encouragers, some of whom may not even still be with us.  My life has had plenty of disappointments, but those "pillars" have kept me stabilized and helped me through times when I was broken or devastated.  Likewise these pillars have laughed with me and re-enforced the joys of living.   It is these very columns of strength who give us character and charm!  They add beauty and a sense of confidence and victory to the essence of who we are.  They add strength and courage and serve as a rock foundation for our lives.  How comforting to have these kind of friends and examples who come along side us, offer their love and hold us solidly in place when we feel weak or the storms of life are beating against us!  

I suppose the highest example would be the Rock and Pillar of our very salvation, Jesus Christ.  It is incredible when people in our lives step up and model this example so very beautifully that it affects who we are!  

Matthew 7:24, 25  "Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock.  The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall because it had its foundation on the rock..."


(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 13 Jan 2017 21:41:50 GMT
A Corporate Decision to Divert from Icy Interests In case you live in the midwest and haven't noticed, the roads (and most everything else) are covered with a glaze of ice this grey January day.  There have been bits of sleet slowly falling since morning.  The funny thing was....I went outside to take a few pictures, but the transparent, glossy sheet my feet were sliding on was pretty much invisible!  Though I could hardly stand because even the grassy areas are like oiled glass, it was very difficult to see the slippery evidence - therefore my photo opportunities were hindered severely. 

Oh well, I decided to resort to color from the files of sunny extravagance!  Here's a bit more pink for an icy, cold day.  After attempting to simply walk past the end of my porch and driveway, I would recommend not risking a broken limb to see invisible frozen-ness!  Pictures of ice?  Perhaps tomorrow - at Tara! 

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 13 Jan 2017 20:47:11 GMT
Pretty in Pink

Maybe just a picture bright

Could bring some focus to my sight

Take away some winter grey

Add a smile and lift the day

The window offers tones of brown

Icy mix still cloaks the ground

Though at times those scenes are nice

The cloudy cold does not suffice

To sing a cheery melody

Or offer comfort now to me

And so I add a splash of pink

It makes me smile and helps me think

Of warmth and joy and things that lift

My heart to song and treasured gifts

Moments when I've stood in light

And knew the feel of pure delight

Blessings I remember clear

 God's sweet presence, oh so near



(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 13 Jan 2017 19:22:55 GMT

This sweet baby is too quickly becoming a little boy!  I love catching him still enough to get glimpses of sugar!  The smile that pulls "Ga Ga's" heart right out of her throat!  Love these little cherubs of delight!

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 13 Jan 2017 02:37:31 GMT
Deli-Bell (Grand daughter deluxe!)


Sometimes a girl just has to stand on her head to express what is in her heart!

This Deli is the Bell of all Bales!  

Love her guts!

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 13 Jan 2017 02:32:16 GMT
Nova Lee

Just because this little princess needs a spot light!

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 13 Jan 2017 02:26:48 GMT
Ready or not... Ready or not, here it comes!  I do love me some winter snow, but ice?  Well, that's a bit different...especially when it becomes dangerous in so many ways.  However, I am still secretly enjoying a reason to not have responsibilities beyond building a fire and staying in my pj's!  I also have to admit that the photo ops are often pretty incredible!  Is it more desirable to NOT have ice and be able to do anything I'd like to do?  Of course.  I guess that really isn't an option!  So.....tomorrow when the sky begins to fall in frozen form I'll be looking for the the glassy shimmer wherever my eyes might pause.  The translucent encasements on branches and boughs will not cease to mesmerize my senses.  Truly there is beauty in all of God's magical creation.

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 13 Jan 2017 02:21:34 GMT
A David Lesson This picture kinda reminds me of me today.  Ever have moments when contemplation and questions fill your heart and mind?  Sometimes it's hard to focus on life or responsibilities due to pressing concerns.  Most of us do not get a "free ticket" to ride through our days.  It seems there are bumps in the road and sometimes the cart tips over spilling to the ground everything we guard most.

Here's how David responded in the 89th chapter of Psalms, verse 2:  "I will declare that your love stands firm forever, that you have established your faithfulness in heaven itself."  

Funny....the chapter just before it starts out like this, "Lord, you are the God who saves me day and night;....I am overwhelmed with troubles and my life draws near to death..."  

Well, maybe you get what I am saying?  

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 12 Jan 2017 04:51:57 GMT
Choose the Rock of Ages Did someone say we're getting an ice storm??  

Weather reports are sounding a little scary if you've listened this 11th day of January.  The predicted forecast seems to be that tomorrow evening (Thursday) through Sunday there is a very good possibility for sleet, ice and very cold temperatures.  Well, we live at the top of a High Ridge small mountain and so are particularly paying attention - especially since two of us in this household have work schedules on that day.  We don't want to wait until it is terribly slick outside before we come home, knowing that if ice is the case, we won't be able to get to our house from the main road below.   So the words of the day are "plan" and "prepare"!  We have hiked the almost 1/2 mile trek from bottom to top more than once!  It's not my preferred activity to be sure - particularly when it is cold and slippery!

As much as we like to predict correctly how things will go so that we know just when to get our cars home, it is not always possible!  It seems that weather is not the only unpredictable thing in life!  It is not uncommon that un-calculated events take us by surprise.  Try as we might, we are not always prepared!  

There is a word that comes to mind when this!  Often (and frankly, always) we are simply dealt a choice - to believe that God has our backs - or not.  The Bible states that faith is the evidence of things NOT seen!  In other words, there is a definite element of "I didn't see that coming" as we go through our journey here on earth!   I believe God has so designed life that way because He truly wants us to turn to Him and learn to lean into His outstretched arms. the weather, those unplanned and sometimes unpleasant experiences can catch us off guard to the point of desperation or utter shock.  

Our choice?  To believe God is God and that He is on our side regardless of the circumstances - or not.  I think that before the weather turns bad, I will choose to look in the face of the storm and declare that God has promised His love and grace in the time of need.  I pray that He will remind me to confidently continue in that declaration.  He, indeed, is the established Rock of ages.

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 12 Jan 2017 04:31:04 GMT
A Cheery Visitor

A cheery visitor

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 11 Jan 2017 05:53:29 GMT
A Reminder...

Another blazing reminder of who holds the universe in His hands.  This photo was taken early last fall near the St. Louis Art Museum in Forest Park.  It was a glowing sunset that loudly commanded me to look up for the answers to my dilemmas and longings. The scriptures tell us that creation groans as in the pains of childbirth for its redemption.  We hope for what we cannot yet see and wait patiently, knowing that the promise of eternity is offered to those who love Him and trust His words.


Romans 8:18

"I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.  For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed.  For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God."

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 11 Jan 2017 05:50:08 GMT

Whispy grasses, bending boughs

Sleepy wind dies softly down

Decrescendo of the day

Clouds and color meet to play

Evening debut in the sky

Painted canvas magnified

Not a better show to see

Heaven's glorious majesty

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 11 Jan 2017 05:30:58 GMT
Winter Cheer

A little winter cheer!

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 08 Jan 2017 20:53:22 GMT
Through the Broken Glass This photo was taken from inside an old mill.  In its day, activity was alive and productivity was a daily offering.  The wheels were turning, the motors whirring, and other than an occasional glitch, there was a healthy routine happening from within.  People came from miles to cash in on the investments from this building.  Daily bread - from corn, flour, wheat and other grains perhaps.  Its workings were fed by water and nourished by incoming crops that had also drank from rain and sunshine.

The mill now stands silent.  Its windows are broken, its machines motionless.  The elements have invaded the space that once used to house life.  The walls are dark and shadows cover what used to be vibrant and illuminated.  

There was a sadness as I stood inside quiet walls.  I couldn't hear the stories, but the evidence of days gone by somehow brought a smile to my face.  There were still faint rays of light working their way through brokeness.  Ancient pieces of wheels and tools and tins created a tranquil diary of the structure's tales.  An old calendar on the wall reminded me that time continues and the story is not completed on one page.  It dawned on me that what had been progressive here was the beginnings of continuous progress beyond these fading walls.  I realized that this age had to occur before the next were possible and that the lessons learned here would carry over and bring additional understanding and hope to the years to come.  I looked beyond the jagged edges of glass still fixed into the wooden window frames - and there was color.  

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 08 Jan 2017 20:46:57 GMT
Sometimes a scene is a poem...

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 08 Jan 2017 20:11:40 GMT
Winter Dream Sparkling snowflakes, prisms bright

Frosty spectrums of delight

Sunshine fragments, twinkly slivers

In this time of quaking shivers

Kaleidoscope of colors grand

Iridescence fills the land

Frigid mornings, cold winds blow

Whirling, dancing flakes of snow

One by one they slowly flutter

Then they cling to one another

In my memory, days gone by

Velvet crystals fill the sky

Cover valleys, hills and dales

Softly cloaking forest trails

Feathery whiteness settling down

Silence descending all around

A world transformed born anew

Purified now through and through

Wonderland of icy gleam

I revel in my winter dream

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 08 Jan 2017 20:09:09 GMT
The Birds Don't Mind


Even birds seem to declare

"When the weather's gray,

Take a look around and see

What might lift the day."


Little tiny feathered friends 

Just don't seem to mind

Snowflakes on their plumy back

Or that the cold's unkind


Their dances go on merrily

In spite of rain or snow

Singing as they flit about

Happy where they go


Maybe I could learn a bit

From these fine creatures small

To worry less and rejoice more

Or not to fear at all


And notice more what God has done

That keeps me warm inside

To contemplate His blessings now

And in His love abide

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 05 Jan 2017 19:11:33 GMT
O Tannenbaum Whispy, soft pines, topped with cottony crystals!  My kind of scene.  The world enshrouded with a clean, white blanket of fresh snow!!  Now there's an "O Tannenbaum"!

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 05 Jan 2017 18:03:53 GMT
A Day Like Today












Oooops......This might have happened on a day like today.  It certainly CAN happen on a day like today!  But we won't say who or how....or why it might have happened - on a day like today!  Just's slick out there folks!  The ole' mountain fights back when we try to leave home on a day LIKE TODAY....when God's grandeur should simply be enjoyed!

FYI:  No bodily injuries here (except for a slight bumper bender).  Tow truck made it up and pulled it down the hill where it will stay for awhile!  Needless to say we're all working from home....on a DAY LIKE TODAY!!  :) 


(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 05 Jan 2017 17:44:47 GMT
Five-Generations. Me, mom, grandma RouseMe, mom, grandma Rouse 4 Generations: Kim, Bethany, Sarah, mom Cooper & grandma Rouse - April 20154 Generations: Kim, Bethany, Sarah, mom Cooper & grandma Rouse - April 2015















Grandma Zelda Rouse, her daughter:  Elsie (Rouse) Cooper, her daugher:  Kim (Cooper) Bollinger, her daughters: Sarah Bollinger, Bethany Bollinger, Abi (Bollinger) Nault, and her son & daughter:  Asa & Nova Nault.  



Though Grandma is suffering with some effects of a stroke and dementia, she is an otherwise healthy 98 year old living in Fredericktown, Missouri.  She is indeed quite an amazing woman who bore 6 daughters and one son, (all living but one).  I remember spending nights at grandma and grandpa's farm where we used an outhouse until I was an early teen!  They drew water from a well until indoor plumbing was added sometime before I entered high school.  They had a wood stove in the kitchen where tea kettles of hot water were always ready and a fire place in the living room.  Those cold winter nights often found us tip-toeing to an "indoor" chamber pot grandma kept in an unheated porch room just off the kitchen!!  We slept in an attic that also had little heat in the winter and no air conditioning in the summer.  We made due with lots of blankets when it was cold and fans when it was hot!  Grandma's chickens and grandpa's pigs were a highlight, giving us plenty of entertainment at feeding time.  The barn was probably our favorite place to sneak around and explore, offering feed sacks, grain barrels, harnesses, saddles, farm equipment and of course, many bales of hay to make forts and hide in!  My grandpa was an interesting man, with plenty of hobbies and interests, including making sorghum molasses, working with wood, collecting tid bits of rock, lead and crystals from the mines he once worked in, hunting and fishing.  He used to make sling shots out of forked branches and pieces of rubber!  He even once had a pet raccoon named Pete that everyone loved. Oh, to push re-play!  

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 04 Jan 2017 05:32:40 GMT
Winter pics

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 04 Jan 2017 04:56:30 GMT
Winter grace

Winter magic

Icy frills

Frosted lace

On window sills


Brisk and cold

North winds blow


The gift of snow


Swirling flakes

Of purest white


Familiar sights


Crystal color

Bright and clear

Frozen wonder

Resting here


Clothing all

The earth below

Blanketing its 

Injured soul


God in all

His majesty

Will awake

All that's asleep


For now He smiles

Through frigid wind

Sculpting beauty

As He sends


Waves of chilly

Sugared scenes

Showing His 

Sheer artistry


I'm thankful for


Though the cold

Can bite and sting


At His glory

I will gaze

And await

Amazing grace

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 04 Jan 2017 04:51:12 GMT
A little Christmas to start the new year....












(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 01 Jan 2017 06:41:17 GMT
Take Me Back

Take me back to days of old

Simple laughter, fields of gold


Days when freedom offered more

Wings expanded, set to soar


Life in color, pure delight

Running feet, heart in flight


Endless dreams before my eyes

Hoped for rainbows, loved surprise


Songs were rising in my chest

All life's promise at its best


How the memories haunt me now

As if I don't remember how


To raise my face up to the sky

Leaving trials far behind


Lord, teach me again, I pray

How to fly, how to brave


The raging winds of age and time

Disappointment, cold, dark nights


Let me find Your gracious glance 

Let me find new feet to dance 


Grant me time and give me more

To be the soul I was before


Let the music deep inside

Resound again, multiplied


Let me see in each sunset

Sweet images I can't forget


Let my path lead across

Those who've hearts have suffered loss


Let my light again, shine bright

Let me do all that I might


Help me find Your hidden treasures

Freely given, without measure


Keep me strong when I grow weak

Vision when my eyes can't see


Help the sad times hurry past

Let the good times slowly last


Give me courage, make me strong

To return where I belong


O precious Lord, I pray to Thee

Above all else, let me be me

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 29 Dec 2016 01:51:12 GMT
Pillow People Several years ago, I decided to give my family new pillows for Christmas.  As I was trying to think of a creative way to wrap them, something popped into my head.  The more I worked on it, the more silly things got until I had....the Pillow People!  The reason I shared this?  Ha ha ha.   Just because!

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 22 Dec 2016 22:12:30 GMT
Joy to the World These kind of photos make my senses come to life!  I can smell fresh pine and want to reach out and touch one of those delicate water droplets!  Though the needles have points, I can almost feel their suppleness between my fingers.  I really want to break off a piece and hold it close to my nose to get the full Christmasy aroma!  The green color is rich and earthy, and I can almost imagine standing under many of these dripping majestic giants breathing in the scents of a damp forrest floor.

Creation has an incredibly powerful life-giving effect.  Every nerve ending inside me wants to stand at attention and salute the Maker of all things beautiful.  My heart wants to sing and declare that what God has done is good!  I believe we were made to herald His wonders.  As the beautiful ancient carol's words proclaim,

"Joy to the world! The Lord is come;

Let earth receive her King;  

Let every heart prepare Him room,

And heaven and nature sing,

And heaven and nature sing,

And heaven and heaven and nature sing."

It seems that all of heaven and nature point to the Source of love and life!  Jesus...a very part of the Father Himself...sent to earth to redeem back what a very real enemy had attempted to steal.  His life, the most radiant reflection of God Himself was offered to man so that we could "see" the heart of the Father; so we could touch, feel, taste, hear and truly experience what love really is!  

The pine trees?  Just one of thousands of reflections of Him.  

Jesus?  The ultimate gift - God coming to earth!  

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 22 Dec 2016 04:14:09 GMT
Rag Dolls and Puppy Dogs Christmas has always been such a favorite time of year for me.  I'm not even sure why it has been so special, except that my mom had a love for it, and my parents always somehow made it a wondrous occasion.  We didn't have a lot....we were simple folks, frugal and rather creative.  We all had interests in music, art and crafty things.  My mom made many of our clothes and the family was raised on home cooking, spending many weekends with grandparents and extended family in small towns and farm settings.  I enjoyed my childhood and felt very happy and adjusted even when life's curve balls came my way.  

Of course many years and three children (who are now adults) later, life has definitely offered plenty of experiences and challenges.  There have been joys as I have journeyed through the years.  There have also been heartaches...some that have not had resolution.  Growing into middle age brings tiredness, physical issues and the realization that we do not get a second chance in many of these things.  There are days when I have felt more like a used rag doll needing to hug a puppy than a strong, vibrant life-hugging individual. 

I looked at this picture today.  It was colorful.  It was Christmas.  And, it was a rag doll - a smiling rag doll.  There beside those dolls - a puppy....  Is it possible I'm not the only one who has felt the blows of life?  Is it possible that there is hope beyond the battlefields of the years?  Is it possible that even yet  in this life there might be some smiles and "Christmas" for this "rag doll"?  

I will ever believe that the multi-radiant God who created us is able to also "color" us with refections of Himself in a way that is sufficient to share heaven's smiles and lift earth's hearts.  If you too are struggling to raise your tired head or perhaps looking for missing joy, I will encourage you to hug that puppy and find the Christmas that still holds promise and color.  Jesus did, in fact come to earth, and remains the reason we celebrate good tidings of great joy.  He specializes in bringing smiles - and puppy-sized hugs to rag dolls.  

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 20 Dec 2016 23:29:14 GMT
A little winter..... I know, I know....winter can be cold here in the midwest.  I realize that it can even be dangerous.  But how I love those extremes.  I love variety.  I love the excitement of winter snow and the icy wonderland that happens during those magical frosty days and nights.  I love the unpredictable.  I love the crunch beneath my boots when I walk through a fresh snow and the glitter of the sun dancing across the glistening ground.  I love the sound of silence and the smell of damp, cold precipitation of the whitest kind!  I love pine needles mounded with cottony crystals.  I love snow ice cream and scarves and mittens.  I love sleigh rides and thick blankets and a reason to build a fire.  I love hot chocolate and laughter and brittle toes.  I love Christmas!  I love gathering and gifts and cookies baking in the oven.  I love a warm home and friends and family sharing stories and smiles.  I love traditions and truths about our Redeemer who entered the world as a humble, tiny baby.  I love music and carols and bells, and nutcrackers and circus peanuts in a stocking.  I love cinnamon sticks and the glow of candles in a window sill.  I love how bright the stars are at night and the briskness in the air.  I love surprises and visits and children's voices and tenderized hearts.    

Sorry winter-haters!  I couldn't help myself.....  


(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 20 Dec 2016 03:35:50 GMT
Deck the halls....

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 18 Dec 2016 03:45:37 GMT
Winter Wonderland I took this photo a couple of years ago in front of the DeMenil Mansion in South St. Louis.  Such a stately and beautiful home.  Funny how beautiful things can have such sad stories.  The early families who ran these breweries were wealthy, yet seemingly very unhappy people.  So many dramatic and even violent tales  are associated with them.  The snow blankets even the harshest histories and seems to soften it's heartaches.  Come sweet snow!  I have to admit, snow and even sleet and ice are exciting to me.  Somehow it brings yet another dimension to incredible creation and all its variety.  I sympathize with anyone stuck out in its harshness, but treasure the beauty it often brings. 

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 18 Dec 2016 03:40:02 GMT

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 18 Dec 2016 03:29:18 GMT
Beneath the freeze  

Dazzling winter

Icy sight

Glassy wonder

Chilled delight


Frosty pictures

Prisms cold

Frigid fingers

Try and hold


Unique beauty

Brief and real

Painting smiles

Creating chills


Pretty crystals

Frozen life

Captured beauty

Clear and bright


Life takes moments

Now and then

Holds them tight

Deep within


The glassy seal

That keeps them there

'Neath the harshness 

Of the air


Locks them in

So we can see

That there is beauty

Neath the freeze


Of weather, life

And all it's pain

There is hope

In frozen rain. 


(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 18 Dec 2016 03:27:31 GMT
One Icy Climb

I had a little adventure tonight.  If you live anywhere near the St. Louis area, you know that the weather has been rather frightful out there this December 16th!  It began misting about 3:00 today and by the time I got to my car after work and on the way home, the roads were getting very slick due to temperatures below freezing!  I noticed it even more as I pulled into the grocery store parking lot on my way home.  I had decided to stop and pick up a few things to make potato soup for dinner.  I stepped out of the car and the skating began!  At that moment something inside said, "Slow down, Kim.  All you need are two broken elbows and a face cast!"  

The closer I got to home, the more treacherous the roads seemed to get.  The traffic was moving at a snail's pace by then and people were spinning crossways here and there!  For some, getting home might not have been too bad as long as long as they were going very slow.  I knew my problem would be more than getting to my driveway...we live on a small can ask our first time visitors!  :)  The road to the top (which is where we live) is about a 1/2 mile, including switchbacks and straight up-hill driving for the most part.  So...I decided this girl was not going to be the one to slide off the side of the hill by trying to rip up the driveway in one super-hero attempt to skim over a glazed ski-lift-like road!  I opted to park my car at the bottom of the hill where there is ample room for my car and a few others.  (Kinda think someone planned it that way!)  

So...I grabbed my heavy work lap top, 4 bags of groceries and my purse, pulled on my gloves, locked the car and put my head down to begin my ascent to the top of the ridge! first step onto the pavement sent me dancing backwards a bit as it was slicker than it even looked!  I was beginning to wonder if I'd be camping in my car!  I walked to the shoulder and decided the leaves and brush were easier to walk on than the blacktop!  Made it up the first major incline, huffing and puffing.  Threw the bags down and realized that if I had a heart attack now, no one would find me because it seemed everyone else was either out or in for the night!  Could it be that I was the only stupid person on this mountain??  

I got to the middle of the first switchback and decided to cut through the woods to the second stretch of road, which I could see - yep, straight up!  Now...walking through Jefferson County woods comes with surprises.  Underneath a thick leaf blanket, large rocks and logs are hard to see!  Sooo....I stumbled all the way to the top, stopping frequently to breath and check my pulse!  :)  

It was good to conquer the woodsy cut-through and stand there on the pavement again.  I knew that if I died right there, at least the hearse could get me out!  One more major uphill incline to go.  After resting a bit, I ditched the funeral home idea and started to ponder whether or not Superman could have accomplished what I just did!  A couple of giggles later, I picked up my "luggage" and lunged forward with new optimism!  Before long I was coming in for the landing, wherein I promptly dropped all bags on the front porch and plopped my panting self onto the porch swing.  I'd made it!  It seemed a flag raising ceremony was in order!

Instead I threw a few pieces of wood in the fireplace, fell into a comfy chair - and said a little "thank You".   That fire was especially nice, even though I was in no shape to take a lot of time to build it!  I'm thankful for little happy endings tonight!

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 17 Dec 2016 02:06:58 GMT
Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

"Hang a shining star upon the highest bow..."  So many have sweetly crooned this beautiful classic Christmas song.  That star, as I celebrate, brightly reflects hope and promise.  As it first guided shepherds and wise men to the Hope of the ages, who came in the form of a baby, so it can still shine in our hearts today as we welcome that same resurrected jesus to be our perfect Hope.  It is interesting how this season can bring such tenderness.  The glow of soft candles and twinkling lights seem to be everywhere.  

Light.  Another representation of hope.  Another glittering reminder of promise.  Friends, we all know there are long, hard nights...but there IS light....and just a small amount can illuminate the darkest places.  One star brought men many miles to find eternal truth.  Hang your star this year and have yourself a merry and hope-filled little Christmas.

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 16 Dec 2016 03:13:32 GMT
The Real Miracle It's been a weird December.  I managed to finally haul a little tree home from the local Home Depot Store and decorate it (along with my daughter and grandson) last week.  Finally.  However, besides that one standing bit of "bling", I've had little motivation to deck the halls with jolly or holly.  The cheer seems to be missing, along with the snow and gifts that have yet to be tied up with bows.

For those who have suffered the loss of a loved one, or might be going through illness, battling disease or life circumstances, I seem to somehow understand - just a little - about battles.  Oh, I can't relate fully to anyone else's difficulties or demons, but I can say there has been a large portion of challenge in my life for quite some time.  It's really not the point of this post.

What IS important is that my own circumstances help me to sympathize with another's struggles.  When we suffer, we begin to understand suffering.  When we hurt, we begin to know what pain means and how it feels to bear a measure of it.  Thankfully, Jesus empathized with me before He even brought me into this world.  He knew my name.  He knew about my journey - including its joy and sorrow.  He also had a plan to allow me the benefits of losing in order to win.  He gave me freedom to fail so that I would learn about triumph.  He stood back while I made poor choices so that I could conquer temptations and not keep going there.  He gave me grace when I deserved none.  Love when I deserved condemnation.  Mercy when I deserved death.  He has given me hope when I often choose defeat and destruction.

So...I suppose my pause this season has not been so much about looking into the mirrors of my heartaches, but rather about being positioned to recognize how much I have been given - and forgiven...wanting more of Him to become more a part of me.  Maybe it's about seeing what is important...maybe it's about seeking the real Miracle....???



(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 16 Dec 2016 03:07:06 GMT
You Take My Breath Away (Video) Just a re-post of a video that was quite a long, but fun project to complete.  Hope if you haven't seen it that you will enjoy!  You can find the blog that I originally wrote with it if you go to the bottom of the page and scroll back a couple of pages through the history.  I'm still learning how this works....but hope to create more in the days ahead.  I hope that in this unsettled world we live in, this can bring a little peace for a moment or a smile for the day!  


(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 24 Nov 2016 04:46:00 GMT
Great Is Thy Faithfulness

Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest,

Sun, moon and stars in their courses above

Join with all nature in manifold witness

To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love;


Great is Thy faithfulness!  Great is Thy faithfulness!

Morning by morning new mercies I see;

All I have needed Thy hand hath provided

Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 24 Nov 2016 04:24:01 GMT
It is good to give thanks....

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 24 Nov 2016 04:19:21 GMT
Blessed Thanksgiving

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 24 Nov 2016 04:17:27 GMT
Superman Supermoon

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 21 Nov 2016 01:51:14 GMT
A fiery farewell to my favorite season.

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 21 Nov 2016 00:58:42 GMT
Changes          Fleeting Fall

Colored all

Soon to fold

To the cold

And icy wind

As it sends

Bitter bites

And winter sights

All the leaves

And golden seas

Against the blue

Brilliant hues

Soon to come

Swirling fun

Snowy mounds

Crunching sounds

Sending red

And orange to bed

Goodbye fall

Welcome all

Frosty sights

Cool delights!

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 20 Nov 2016 23:39:00 GMT
A Little Fall for Ya'all

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 20 Nov 2016 23:01:58 GMT

As the sun slides down the sky

Shadows grow and I ask why

The heart must carry so much pain

Walk through storms, endure the rain

When will love remember me

Lift me up, set me free?

Can my spirit live again?

Rise from ashes, start to mend?

When will songs return to me?

Soothing waves of harmony?

Where is joy I've longed to hold

Unbridled laughter, wild and bold?

Where's the golden drops of sun

That fueled my smiles and made me run

into the light of beauty rare

As the wind whipped through my hair?

Somewhere out beyond my grasp

Past the tears, past the past

I will seek to keep my eyes

upon the hope that holds my sighs

Knowing love can open wide

And bid me come to rest inside

I will wait with thirsty crave

For the dawn of that new day


(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 20 Nov 2016 22:57:51 GMT
Some special ones... Busy hands

Warm smile

Gleaming heart

Precious style


Open arms

Endearing face

Serving all

Showing grace


Rare gem

Shining bright

Sharing love

Sharing life


Sweet words

Kindness shown

Loving eyes

Father's glow

Thank you, Charity, for sharing your home, offering your love and blessing so many.  Your servanthood so beautifully reflects the beauty of Jesus.  I believe I speak for many who have been inspired and lifted by your gracious offerings!  



Sometimes when God

Stirs a heart

It takes some years

For Him to start

A process that's

Refined by fire

Sifting out

The man, The mire


When that passion

Bursts to flame

And people come

To hear His name

The Holy Spirit

Moves inside

And raises up 

More great desire


To share and offer


Grace and truth

And life that's free

Something churns

And burns within

Until God moves

And gathers in


Other saints

Who love Him too

They come near

To seek the truth

Something kindred 

Comes to life


Trumps sin and strife


And so we thank You

Lord of light

For those who gather

Beloved in Christ

Thank you for the hearts

And hands

Obeying Your

Firm commands


Thank you Lord

That some will heed

A higher call

When asked to lead

The precious Bride 

Unto that day

Keep them humble

In Your hands - clay



Thank you, Kent, for obedience to take each day at a time and open your heart and home to the work of the kingdom of God.  It will all be worth hearing that loving voice on the day of His return saying, "Well done, good and faithful servant.  Enter in to your rest...."  


(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 17 Oct 2016 04:57:46 GMT
The color of a sunset

A little splash of color to an otherwise black n white kind of day....

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 24 Jul 2016 20:28:42 GMT
Past the Shadows

Past the shadows where I stand

I see light across the span

Of reaching arms and wanting heart

Seeking rest, craving warmth

Somewhere out beyond the sky

There is hope that steals my sighs

Rescues me from empty pain

And rebuilds the smiles again

Past the darkness where I dwell

Past the night, past the hell

Of heartache, gray and lonely fear

Past confusion, past the years


To the light I lift my head

Help me rise above this bed

Of bitter heartache, aching past

To a season that will last

A path of brighter melody

Awaited peace and sanctity

Thank You for the light above

Promised hope, promised love

May my weary hands embrace

A higher path, a greater grace

Thank You that You still are there

Past the shadows, past despair

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 24 Jul 2016 20:24:34 GMT
A Little Splash of Summer

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 13 Jul 2016 03:39:30 GMT



Sometimes rivers in my heart

Rise and overflow

Beyond the banks that hold them fast

And into the unknown


Little streams of swollen pain

That create their own paths

Pushing past their boundaries

Desperate in their dance


Fluid liquid racing hard

Seeking to find rest

Tumbling downward, flowing wide



Trying to contain the ache

Impossible I know

Can an ocean be corralled?

Or mountains be brought low? 


Swollen water finds a way

As God makes the paths straight

Though the night is long and cold

And nothing stops the rain


I will seek to lift my eyes

To the hills above

Where the One who covers me

Somehow offers love


Even when I'm overwhelmed 

And the flood is great

When it pulls me far away

I'll call on His great name

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 13 Jul 2016 03:36:54 GMT
Country Roads

Country Roads
sacred soil
carefree place
painting a panacea
luculent road
lumbering home

Copyright © 

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 13 Jul 2016 02:21:50 GMT
You Take My Breath Away (Video) Just a re-post of a video that was quite a long, but fun project to complete.  Hope if you haven't seen it that you will enjoy!  You can find the blog that I originally wrote with it if you go to the bottom of the page and scroll back a couple of pages through the history.  I'm still learning how this works....but hope to create more in the days ahead.  I hope that in this unsettled world we live in, this can bring a little peace for a moment or a smile for the day!  


(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 12 Jul 2016 03:24:05 GMT
Nova Lee Meet Nova Lee Uriel Nault - my youngest daughter and son-in-law's sweet new baby girl.  It is truly a thrill to welcome the miracle of new life.  I stare at this little person who we have only begun to get to know and can only be thankful for the incredible gift of life.  It is a joy to hold something/someone so precious as she takes her first breaths in this world.  I whisper prayers for health, safety, sweet relationships and a deep commitment to the loving Father who created her and offers eternal hope and promise.  Lord, may we be as needy and trusting of You as she.   

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 27 Jun 2016 02:39:41 GMT
Sometimes... AbiAbi sometimes



sad marches in

and invades your mind

your heart

your soul

and the dwindling defense

of holding yourself 


is like trying to contain water

in a sieve 


and the lump

there beneath your chin


and every swollen thought

turns liquid


when even the day

seems dark

and not 

one shimmering star

offers a twinkle

of hope



the usual brilliance and beauty

of life's offerings

share only

a cloud

without clarity

without proclamation



you want to raise your voice

and your empty hands

in pleading desperation

or fall into a heap

of tears

praying that this road

will have been a bad dream



you wake up

and find it's not a nightmare

and want to

go back to sleep


and then...


a single memory

catches your fall...

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 26 Jun 2016 19:25:53 GMT
Butterfly blogging...

Moss covered paths between scarlet peonies,

Pale jade mountains fill your rustic windows

I envy you, drunk with flowers,

butterflies swirling in your dreams.

by: C'ien Ch'i, translated by Kenneth Rexroth

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 07 Jun 2016 04:12:19 GMT
A New Year In honor of school being back in session for most this month, I'd like to re-post this blog.  I work with children and young adults who are challenged with various kinds of disability.  It is my highest desire to serve in ways that bring success, better life quality and joy to these very special lives.  I often find myself in a teacher's role and realize that doing my best requires much responsibility.  I salute the many who have been there for me to answer questions, solve problems and help pave a path for my entering adulthood.  I also salute each who continue to do so in an ever-changing world with constant complications and difficulties.  These patient educators are the treasures and vessels through whom God often sparkles like glitter, leaving imprints across the pages of many lives.  May He bless and guide those who have chosen to give themselves to the task of preparing and caring for our next generation.

A Tribute to Educators

I believe it is true that a picture paints a thousand words.  And though I am a great advocate for capturing the kind of photographs that encourage imagination and curiosity, I am also a cheerleader for those who take the time to paint a picture with words, stories and actions.  I had a father who loved to tell stories!  Sometimes they were exaggerated or colored with elaborate fabrication.  But even the overstated tales captured my interest and challenged my future!  I have had a number of extraordinary teachers in my life.  What made them so special was that they took the time to tell the stories that drew me into the world they were painting.  Their activities and actions showed sincere interest in me.  Their smiles and sense of humor made the lessons attractive, and the respect they showed me as an individual allowed me to in turn, apply all they had taught to my real world.  Some of those significant individuals were school teachers and some were friends or family members who genuinely wanted to see me succeed in all I pursued.  Every one of them spent something of value on me - love and time.  

Here's to all those who desire to pass along understanding, heritage, information, encouragement, hours and love.  It is a life-time endeavor, but one that will indeed come back to bless you.  It will rarely pay the big bucks, but will reap big rewards.  It will cost honesty, loyalty, consistency and patience, but will offer to others some of the greatest treasures of earth - and heaven.  Perhaps within I Corinthians 13 lies the heart of a God-fearing teacher, who is willing to bear all things, believe all things, hope all things and endure all things for the sake of loving others as Christ loved the church.  Perhaps this is a command for each of us to consider and obey.  Perhaps that is why our Lord Himself was called "Teacher"...and perhaps that is why He has called us to be a living reflection of His example.   

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 07 Jun 2016 03:46:27 GMT
To the hurting hearts... A yearning heart

Has little rest

The aching throb

Of loneliness

Seeking comfort

In the pain

Needing sunshine

Feeling rain

Dwelling by

The tombs of fear

Praying comfort

Might come near

Heavy songs

Flow through my head

They carry me

By tiny threads

Back to Him

Who holds my heart

The One who's been there

From the start

Jesus grip 

My trembling hand

I can't see You

I can't stand

Give me strength

Lend Your touch

Take away 

What hurts so much

Grant new mercy

Send fresh grace

Pour it o'er

My tear-stained face

Hold me up

With Your strong arm

Walk me through

This raging storm

I will trust 

That You are there

That I am safe

Within Your care

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 05 Jun 2016 05:33:25 GMT
Along the Road by Dan Folgelberg

Joy at the start, fear in the journey

Joy in the coming home

A part of the heart gets lost in the learning

Somewhere along the road


Along the road your path may wander

A pilgrim's faith may fail

Absence makes the heart grow stronger

Darkness obscures the trail


Cursing the quest, courting disaster

Measureless nights forebode

Moments of rest, glimpses of laughter

Are treasured along the road


Along the road your steps may stumble

your thoughts may start to stray

But through it all a heart held humble

Levels and lights your way.

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 05 Jun 2016 05:01:41 GMT
Lilies anyone?

Lilies anyone?

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 03 Jun 2016 06:33:20 GMT
Yours, O Lord... "Yours, O Lord, is the greatness and the power and the glory and the victory and the majesty, indeed everything that is in the heavens and the earth; Yours is the dominion, O Lord, and you exalt yourself as head over all.  I Chronicles 29:11

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 02 Jun 2016 05:29:16 GMT
I Am With You Sometimes Jesus shows up in random places!

"Lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age."  Matthew 28:20


(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 02 Jun 2016 05:24:54 GMT
Down the Track, Around the Corner....

Sometimes dreams seem awfully distant.  Guess I am reminded at this moment to not forget that as we slowly inch our way towards them to simply enjoy the scenery along the way.  There are moments when the train of life needs to actually slow to a complete stop so we can stand and ponder...jump off and capture a memory or two.  For all good  reasons this pic was a bright moment.  Loved the endless feel....kind of like discovering beautiful things...endless possibilities!  It also is filled with a bright promise of hope - just down the track and around the corner.

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 01 Jun 2016 07:18:57 GMT
A Little Twirling... This little scene intrigued me one afternoon as I was walking in a quiet, magical place.  It happened to be a day full of special joys...endless blue sky, billowing snow white clouds, sunlight and smiles.  I remember feeling surrounded with peace and a comfortable, almost tangible companion.  The presence and embrace of my Father seemed to meet me and caress my face as I looked up through the boughs towards sparkling, brilliant sun rays.  Here on the ground lay the picture of a rich, lush woodsy garden...a fairy's delight...God's miniature living room, complete with lavish carpet and it's own stools.  A little house of hobbitry and impish dances, that had me suddenly participating as I skipped alongside the setting.  I'm thankful for these tiny glimpses of make- believe places and color-filled moments.  Places to play - places to dream - places to twirl and laugh with abandonment and pleasure.  I am thankful for love and the simple treasures of life.

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 01 Jun 2016 06:52:02 GMT
A Bench

A bench to sit and contemplate

Memories sweet and rare

A place where I can mediate

Close my eyes, or stare

At lively creatures great and small

A canopy of green

Oaks and maples, pines so tall

Sunlight through the leaves

Chipmunks scurry, cardinals say

That they are pretty too

How is it that today

I have this perfect view?

Sometimes life just offers gold

And serves it with delight

We can only breathe it in

Grateful for the sight

Moments filled with majesty

Colorful and fair

Makes me smile and warms my heart

Oh to linger there

Beneath the sky with billowed clouds

Canvasses so blue

There is nothing quite so right,

So beautiful, so true

Think I'll sit and stay awhile

Hear the crickets play

Another earthy symphony

In this perfect place



(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 01 Jun 2016 06:23:48 GMT
A Little Hooray for Herriot! "Two great liquid eyes stared down anxiously at the little calf and it answered with a high-pitched bawl.  Soon a deafening duet was in progress."

This is a short quote from a wonderful compilation written by James Herriot, author of "All Creatures Great & Small".  I have been so enjoying these stories centered around a small fictional village in England where the author is a country veterinarian. 

Herriot literally takes you into the days of his life as he experiences the unique ups and downs of being a doctor for animals in a quaint community.  His humor and writing talent paint colorful pictures of the world in his shoes.  I have been delighted with every page and mesmerized by his ability to beautifully recreate vivid stories of his veterinarian career in an earlier time period.

Most of all, these pages tell us about a simpler time and place; real human hearts and happenings that involve hard-working people, a town - and lots of animals!

It seems we all do well at times to sit down with a good book, relax, and enjoy another's intriguing story.  



(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 20 May 2016 03:51:43 GMT

Because sometimes you just need to post a picture of chickens! 


(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 20 May 2016 02:27:14 GMT
Hope Floats I'd like to say I came up with this title....but actually it is a song title and used in a movie.  I watched the end of "Forrest Gump" AGAIN today, and AGAIN the same lump formed in my throat as the feather floated gently into the sky and memories of Jenny turned to hope for another day.  It is so easy to allow circumstances and hurt to consume us.  Heartache is a real part of life...and a part that is often incredibly difficult to continue through.  Sometimes trials last for long periods of time, or in some cases forever.  I am reminded today to keep looking up.  It occurs to me that there is beauty all around...even in our memories and dreams.  Those can become hope.  And....hope indeed can float if we allow it wings....  

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 09 May 2016 21:19:11 GMT
Bigger than life This photo was taken a couple of years ago.  I'm not even sure why I decided to display it here tonight.  Perhaps because it is living proof of something bigger than life.  These horses are incredibly beautiful...and extremely strong.  Somehow that makes me better understand that God is in the business of doing powerful things - miraculous things.  I gaze at the magnificence of an animal such as this and suddenly get a glimpse of anything that I might not otherwise be able to imagine.  Maybe that's why He gave us oceans and mountains?  Maybe that is why we have never discovered the beginning or end of the universe - so we will continue to be filled with wonder and awe!  So that we come to the conclusion that He indeed is God - and we are not.  Lord, help me to trust and not doubt You! 

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 03 May 2016 04:20:01 GMT
Precious Lord, Take My Hand (words & music by Thomas A Dorsey) I have always loved this old hymn, written long before I was born.  The chorus seems appropriate here.   Life has always been full of unknowns for us who walk it's roads.  We cannot see what tomorrow brings and we cannot predict the turns and surprises it will bring.  The older I get the more I see how limited my sight really is!  However, there is one thing I do know....there is One who holds the unknown in His hands.  Once again I have no choice but to lean in and give Him my hand.  I am basically blind as I try and find my own way through life.  His guidance is essential and I must give Him the helm, or I am simply floating alone in an open ocean.  Precious Lord, take my hand....    

Precious Lord, take my hand

Lead me on, let me stand

I'm tired, I'm weak, I'm lone

Through the storm, through the night

Lead me on to the light

Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home.



(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 03 May 2016 04:03:23 GMT
You Take My Breath Away (Video) This has been a new experiment for me....working with photos and music together in the form of a video presentation.  This song is one I have always loved by one of my favorite singers and musicians, Eva Cassidy.  I wanted to try and accompany it with some of my photos and communicate how beauty can leave us speechless and in awe of an amazing God.  It is He who designs magnificent life and love.  It is He who stirs our hearts and causes us to smile.  It is He who keeps us in the state of awe and even stupor at His incredibly creative hands - if we but open our eyes and notice the miracles around us.  

My prayer is that it might also capture your heart by way of gratitude for all He has and continues to do in us.  Life has challenges and heartache.  He offers a sanctuary in the midst of its storms.  Embrace the sweet.  Take in the joy of those moments.  Let His gifts bring you hope and promise.  Enjoy.


(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 02 May 2016 05:56:50 GMT
When Hope Packs Up

When hope packs up and moves away

And you're not sure if it will stay

Near or far or in between

The heart grows fragile, incomplete

Songs feel hollow, without rhyme

Or beat or reason, not in time.

Others try to understand

But they've not seen or held the hand

Of your life's story, or the road

You've walked in silence - oft alone

When it's hard to wake and see

Another day of destiny

There is only One who holds

The answers and a lasting hope

Once again I tilt my head

Towards the Voice

Who does command

The wind and rain and raging sea

He made those things 

To pleasure me.

When all hope has trickled through

My trembling fingers, cold and blue

From hanging on to threads of want

With helpless pleas, and battles fought

I will bow and thank the One

Who's constant promise comforts me

Despite the storm, despite my sea.

Back to You I run, dear Lord

Make me strong, help me soar

To greater heights of trust in You

Soothe my heartache, make me new.



(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 29 Apr 2016 01:36:04 GMT
You Take My Breath Away (Eva Cassidy)

I find myself captivated and lost in the work of our incredible Sculptor.  He alone provides grace and moves the heart.  He shows us beauty and stirs us to love.  Thank You for all the things You have made beautiful to me, Lord.  

You Take My Breath Away

By Eva Cassidy

Sometimes it amazes me
How strong the power of love can be
Sometimes you just take my breath away
You watch my love grow like a child
Sometimes gentle and sometimes wild
Sometimes you just take my breath away

And it's too good to slip by
Too good to lose
Too good to be there just to use
I'm gonna stand up on a mountain top
And tell the news
That you take my breath away

Sometimes it amazes me
How strong the power of love can be
Sometimes you just take my breath away
Your beauty is there in all I see
And when I feel your eyes on me
Oh don't you know you just take my breath away

And it's too good to slip by
Too good to lose
Too good to be there just to use
I'm gonna stand up on a mountain top
And tell the news
That you take my breath away


(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 28 Apr 2016 05:08:39 GMT
Of the Father's Heart The sun has added fingerprints 

To the background hues

Of tender greens, shoots and leaves

Singing songs anew


About the season as it hosts

A joyful bright return

Adding brilliance and delight

Oh so much to learn


Every morning boasts another

Freshly colored show

Painted blossoms at their best

Represent the glow


Of the Master's steady hand

Gently sharing love

Giving us a glimpse of Him

Revealing what's above


If we had a bigger view

Of what He has in store

Our hearts could not absorb it all

We'd fall and just adore


A God outstanding in His ways

Full of majesty

We would gasp and be amazed

There'd be no need to speak


All  the beauty that we see 

Is only just a part

Of the joy He wants to share

Of the Father's heart.

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 21 Apr 2016 02:13:02 GMT
Raindrops and Dogwoods There are days when it seems that perfect possibilities are squelched by perfect storms!  It is easy to be sad or complain, especially when our expectations or desires happen to be very different - in fact, perhaps opposite - than the outcome.  There are days when our music gets drowned out by the noises of the world and the clanging of life's demands.  And sometimes just when the sun seems to want to shine, an unexpected wind gust and dark clouds swirl across the horizon and determine that uncertainty is still very real. 

The truth is, life is full of surprises....good and bad.  We typically do not get to choose our destiny, try as we may.  I am trying to learn to dance in the rain...paint the storm....and sing louder than life's noises.  When the downpours threaten to wash away my joy, let me see the beauty and color that remains beneath the deluge.  May I realize that even floods cannot wash away what God has established for the purpose of glorifying His great name.  And may I see that the water simply cleans the dust and residue from the very one who has asked for refreshment, refinement and restoration!

Just as this flowering tree is beautiful all by itself, there is something about the drops of rain that bring it to life and make it sparkle with brilliance all the more.  Thank You, Lord, that even the challenges of life can add unexpected beauty and provide platforms for yet more of You to show through me.

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 20 Apr 2016 05:18:06 GMT
Yes! I have asked it possible that while feeling terribly alone in this life, one can still reflect God's best?  Is there a chance that we can go against the grain of many, even in the face of rejection...simply by being what we were made to be - and still represent the One who we love to serve? Can we, even in our isolation or neediness, still reverberate the sounds of heaven in a dark and harsh world? Can our frail humanity burst to life with the glitter and grandeur of our great Sculptor - even when we are so small? Can His incredible goodness break forth from beneath our layers of sin and shame? Can He truly come exploding through our rock-hard defenses and man-made shields?   

The answer is apparently YES!  


(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 19 Apr 2016 06:33:09 GMT
A Secret Place "One thing I have asked from the Lord, that I shall seek;  That I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, To behold the beauty of the Lord and to meditate in His temple.  For in the day of trouble He will conceal me in His tabernacle; In the secret place of his tent He will hide me.  He will lift me up on a rock."  Psalms 27:4,5


(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 18 Apr 2016 03:16:53 GMT

Sometimes you just stare at something marvelous, and the rest of the world takes a back seat.  Thank you, Lord, for wonder...

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 17 Apr 2016 04:19:35 GMT
Set Me Free

Sometimes one can almost see

The blue of sky and fields so free,

Just beyond the fences firm

The barbs and thorns, oh how we yearn

To break away from life's strongholds

The walls and doors and endless molds

That tie our hands and hold our feet

Keep us tethered to the beat

Of pounding life and constant drum,

Driving forces, even some

That pound and grind and hold us down,

Help me breathe, Save me now.

Lord in heaven, grant me grace,

Give me peace, let me face

Another day, another hour;

Fill me with Your living power.

Raise me from this place of death,

I feel no life, so give me breath.

Give me balance, take me past

The fences, chains and strongholds fast.

Break the things that capture me,

Grant me favor, set me free.

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 17 Apr 2016 04:15:38 GMT
The Water Is Wide...

I have observed seasons when the waters have been wide....and deep....and angry.  My heart felt the surge and heard the powerful force of it's turbulence.  In moments of our lives, it might seem as if there is no easy answer.  No way to peace or a crossing to land's safety.  In those times, it is easy to panic....perhaps even try to wade head on into the thrashing current.  It is also not uncommon to feel a such a strong pull toward hidden or exposed rocks that it becomes dangerous.

An interesting thing that has dawned on me as I progressively grow older is that it's not a bad practice to stand on the banks of these wild forces and contemplate before attempting to reckon with something so powerful.  A glance the Source of power itself becomes not only insightful but redeeming.  

Just when there seems to be no help.  No answer.  No opening.  No bridge....our eyes are led down stream where the foam and churning settles and the rush becomes a hush.  The swiftness turns to a slow, shallow picture of peace, and wading across is but a simple removing of our shoes! 

Lord, help me to wait.  Give me patience to pause and contemplate Your thoughts...see with Your eyes...listen to Your voice.  May I wait upon You until I hear the clear instructions to take off my shoes and walk where You would lead me.  Help me to trust in Your amazing grace - in Your infinite wisdom.  Show me where to look, and give me Your eyes to see.

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 13 Apr 2016 04:05:44 GMT
Heart songs Inside my heart are melodies

That rise above the sway of trees

Or any steeples, cliffs or clouds

Heaven's music, distant sounds

They sing about the memories

Of love and life and precious things

And take me back - right to a place

A certain spot, a special day

Songs that flow with perfect rhyme

Constant heartbeat, keeping time

Floating tunes that never cease

Make me smile, bring me peace.

I cannot stop the constant flow

Makes me swell, makes me grow

More in love with their sweet song

Gives me hope, Leads me on.

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 11 Apr 2016 02:42:17 GMT
A little more color always helps.....

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 11 Apr 2016 01:38:32 GMT
A little more spring....

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 09 Apr 2016 05:48:27 GMT
Quiet Treasures

One day I walked beneath the pines

And sat upon it's floor

Where moss was green and needles soft

My heart would there explore


The simplest pleasures

Oh so sweet

Colors soft and pure

Cedar scents and gentle breeze

Whispers lush grandeur 


All the treasures in the world

Could not ever buy

The peaceful perfect memories

Found beneath that sky


Oh to take another breath

Of that rich, tender pause

Under swaying canopies

Powerful and soft.

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 09 Apr 2016 05:12:07 GMT
Colors of the sun....

Sunsets.  There are never two alike.  Sometimes one can see brilliant color....pinks, blues, oranges, yellows....  Sometimes they are subtle or even practically un-noticed, fading quickly into night.  The potential of uniqueness and character are always there under the right conditions.  There are some that make lasting impressions - and we remember where we saw them and what they looked like as we stood in amazement.  Some pass without noticeable color or  character at all....simply a gentle curtain to close the day light, though very much designed by the hand of the Master.  The soft skies compliment the incredible color of each debut.  

We are like these canvasses of color and light.  As we allow God to be the artist, we have the opportunity to come to life with every stroke of His paint brush!  We can throw our head back and trust in His sculpting abilities....focusing on His love and His glorious face!  Or....we can resist His promptings and in-fillings and simply offer a subtle investment.  

May I choose to reflect the colors of His Majesty.  Help me, Lord to bring the imprint of the One who is much higher than I to the world around me.  Might others look at me and see His smile, His compassion, His mercy, His love.  I ask to not be one who slides by without sharing something of His beauty, but rather a carrier of His radiance that will leave a valuable and contagious memory.



(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 31 Mar 2016 04:46:48 GMT
Daffodil delight This time of year brings sweet surprises!  Bursts of yellow, pink, purple and white suddenly remind us of the artistry of our Creator, who is ever faithful.  Winter is cold and very brown and gray, but spring spreads a table of color and delicate delights to make us smile and hope again.  These beauties are a loyal visitor just when we crave sunshine and something bright the most!  Thankful for their happy faces and warm cheer today!

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 09 Mar 2016 03:41:44 GMT
Love to the moon   I cannot tell you how many times a day I find something to be fascinated by!  For some reason I must be easily intrigued.  However, it certainly keeps me busy!  

This pic was taken with my little Cannon Power Shot camera, which is not typically something to try and capture moon pictures with!  At any rate it did a noble job at capturing some pretty cool detail and I - well - I was FASCINATED!  

I've never done a lot of study of the solar system.  I guess I'm just busy studying all the more close-up things God has put here on the earth at my finger tips.  I think there could not be enough days in my life-time to appreciate just the details in my back yard!  

Then I see THIS photo and my imagination door opens to yet more endless possibilities!  Do we not serve an incredible God who deserves so much more honor and awe than we give Him?  He created an earth...and a vast universe.  Then He made the oceans and skies.  He inhabited the earth with creatures and life abundant!  Then He breathed into the dust of the ground and created first a man, and then a woman.  Every detail was miraculous.  Everything He touched became full of magical color and life!

If He could speak simple words and bring all of creation together....if He could light the day with a dazzling sun and the night with a glowing moon....if He could sculpt a heart that beats and recognizes love....if He could count the number of hairs on each head of each individual....if He could even offer a part of Himself through His precious Son as a redeeming sacrifice for our faulty choices and short comings.....

.....then how could we doubt His ability to forgive sin and promise eternity?


(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 08 Mar 2016 04:37:58 GMT
Sunshine On My Shoulders Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy.  The old favorite song still winds through my head and heart on clear spring dazzling moments when the sun provides a backdrop for everything that is good and right with the world.  Moments that somehow bring my dreams into focus and closer to reality.  Moments when clarity and inspiration take hold of the reigns of my being and I let go of limitations and boundaries.  Moments that are God-kissed and sweetly embraced to such an extent  that I know I am loved and nothing else could possibly compare.

So....if I had a day that I could give would be a day just like today!  Might you feel His golden sunshine, whether by simply looking at HIs face or by sensing the touch of His hand on your heart.  Sometimes it is through another that we see and experience the presence of God.  Whatever the's wishing you sunshine on your shoulders....  

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 01 Mar 2016 02:33:05 GMT
Strength for today I enjoy writing about life.  About its highs and lows.  About its joys and troubles.  I like to bring my world's experiences to you who read these meanderings, and see if you might relate.  I like to read responses or comments that also assure that I am in good company when life throws it's challenges my way!  Once in a great while we chance upon a friend or significant other who cares enough to provide a loyal support when we ride the roller coaster called life!  

Our corners are weathered to a smooth, protective outside, yet inside a fragile voice cries out for another to listen and hear what we have so carefully kept deep within the silent, hard walls.  When that hand works its way beneath us and we feel the solidity, love and lift of their heart melding with ours, something begins to happen.  The thick layers of stone begin to bend and become pliable.  Our heart draws ever so close to that layer beneath us as it cradles our brokenness and pain.  Life starts to seep into us and smiles form across our face that had once showed lines of heartache.  It slowly becomes easier to see sunlight beyond the crust that had shadowed us.  

How we need each other!  God has placed Himself inside each of us who ask and receive.  He has provided His strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow.  He decided that He would touch lives - through one another!  When we become that support for another and acknowledge His faithfulness and power, it is as if He is coming to the rescue through His hand-made instruments.  We often underestimate what He can do through His created children!

(Kim Bollinger) Sat, 20 Feb 2016 06:17:57 GMT
Oceans of Hope

I have found myself looking over an ocean of turbulence and problems.  Many of them seemed to have no answers or access to happy endings.  I have felt afraid, alone and isolated.  I have tasted unhappiness and pain.  My heart has ached and sunk creating a rising explosion of rivers of liquid pain.  Who hasn't felt abandoned, left out - cut off from love or long awaited dreams?  

Tonight I sit and make the choice to recognize where hope is found.  There is One who is bigger than the ocean and rises above the waves.  There is One who not only has answers, but reasons if we but choose to place our focus and hope in Him.  This hope beckons us to look beyond the ocean and into His face where abundant, unconditional love takes the form of a Person!  

Truly our hope is in the Lord.  When we allow our lives to find comfort under His canopy and choose to run after Him, there are promises that will carry us not only through this dark world, but into a bright tomorrow.  This world is indeed filled with many painful experiences.  We were never promised an easy life on earth.  In fact, the Bible is filled with stories of trial, challenge and difficulty as long as we have this fleshly body.  But the good news is this:  Choosing the way of the cross, modeled and ultimately paid for by Jesus is what brings us the hope of NO. MORE. PAIN.

According to the words of God Himself, heaven is for real for all those who choose to allow Jesus to forgive their sin.  In fact it says that there is NO. OTHER. WAY.  I believe it.  I will not risk anything less.  It says that the path of the righteous is like the light of dawn and shines brighter and brighter unto the full day!  (Proverbs 4:18)  Why would I doubt such a rich promise?

Again, today...I choose to look to the One who saves me, gives me hope, and provides the help I need in the time of trial and trouble.  He is there in my lonely hour.  He is near when I cry.  He does not forsake or leave His children and offers each one a never-ending story - complete with His unconditional love.  That is my choice today.

"Surely the righteous will never be shaken; they will be remembered forever.  They will have no fear of bad news; their hearts are steadfast, trusting in the Lord."  Psalm 113:6,7

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 16 Feb 2016 04:11:47 GMT
A Tiny Little Bit of Time  

A Tiny Little Bit of Time


A tiny little bit of time

Has come and gone since I

First began to breathe and know

The precious gift of life


It seems like yesterday that time

Had so much love to hold

Summer breezes, sunny days

Discoveries untold



A tiny little bit of time

Has come and gone since I

Sat upon my daddy's knee

And watched my momma smile


Buckets, Bare feet, fishin' poles

Rolling fields so green

Cattle grazed and tractors rolled

Along the creek so clean



A tiny little bit of time

Has come and gone since I

Grew from boy to taller lad

And dad took me aside


Taught me how to run a farm

And gave me wings to fly

Handed me the tractor keys

And watched me from the side



A tiny little bit of time

Has come and gone since I

Went away to school

Then started my own life


A family and a home was built

And though the times brought gain

I learned a lot about what it means

To suffer loss and pain 



A tiny little bit of time

Has come and gone since I

Laid my parents both to rest

I've said a few goodbyes


I look at yesterday and think

How'd it go so fast?

A hint of wanting to go back

And take more of the past.



A tiny little bit of time

Has come and gone since I

Discovered treasures that are new

Found fresh grace to smile


The old has shaped my heart to love

And now I meet today

I embrace the hope that's come

And will forever stay


Happy Birthday, Jerry

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 14 Feb 2016 04:55:47 GMT
Chickens Chickens.  They make me laugh!  These animals kind of remind me of people.  Rather busy, waddling about with heads bobbing and turning.  Occasionally a fight will break out and feathers fly, but for the most part they co-habitate pretty well, doing what they were created to and produce more chickens!  They are colorful and lively, making interesting sounds by way of squawks, clucks and gutteral purrs.  I chuckle when I watch them as they often get agitated with one another, but continue to flock together in a group even when annoyances lead to squabbles! 

It is funny that we demonstrate similar mannerisms.  We are colorful.  We are busy!  We bicker and quarrel at times, but continue to need each other.  Our space gets invaded and we tend to buck in one way or the other.  Sometimes all-out pecking battles occur.  But the truth is, we need one another.  The truth is we were created in such a way that there is great need for human interaction and touch.  Often life challenges us with circumstances that bring injury and we withdraw or put up defenses.  Sometimes it is enough that we become angry or feel the need to lash out or deny the need for interaction with others.  But still we crave the love of another.  Loneliness and isolation is just that....lonely and terribly isolated. 

Our human heart was not created to be an island.  There are reasons that God said two are better than one!  There are reasons that He has called us His family, His children....His bride.  When we can accept that loving others is critical and begin to "do unto others" with a heart of our Father as He has done unto us...then we will have...done it unto Him. 

There is something so profound and so deep that we must seek in the love of God as He has so loved us!  He has put His heart within us when we accept His invitation of salvation.  The truth should be HE who lives inside of us.  Therefore, even more than we crave human interaction, we crave HIM - and His design is that we find it in one another!  Truly each of us has a measure of His artistic sculpting and image!  It is HE who we see when we look at each other in love!  It is HIS love we find when we admire and recognize our need!  It is a mirror of a portion of God Himself when we see His mercy, love, patience, talent and beauty in another. 

Unlike chickens, we can find the presence and workings of a loving God inside one another.  What a blessing.  I would say, let us seek to minimize our bickering and cherish the parts of one another that include His magnificent workings and presence.  We are called a temple of the Holy Spirit.  Let us allow His presence to radiate from our heart.  Practice living in His presence.  And find the God that others represent.  In doing so, perhaps we would become even more colorful, more representative of the One who first loved us!

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 12 Feb 2016 19:04:17 GMT
Only the Heart May Know (Dan Folgelberg) Silent sea tell this to me

Where are the children

That we used to be?

At picture shows

Where nobody goes

And only the heart can see

Starry skies, soft lullabies

Where do they go when their melody dies?

To a day, far, far away

That only the heart may know

Friends we knew follow us through

All of the days of our lives

Love we shared waits for us there

Where our wishes forever reside

Falling tears, memories mirrors

Where are the summers

Oh, where are the years?

Carried far

To a wandering star                                                   

That only the heart may know

Friends we know follow us through

All of the days of our lives

Love we shared waits for us there

where our wishes forever reside

Starry skies, soft lullabies

Where do they go when their melody dies?

To a day far, far away

That only the heart may know

That only the heart may know


A song written by Dan Folgelberg and sung as a duet with Emmylou Harris)

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 12 Feb 2016 05:10:27 GMT
Song of Solomon 8:7 "Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away.  If one were to give all the wealth of one's house for love, it would be utterly scorned."  Song of Solomon 8:7

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 08 Feb 2016 06:04:30 GMT
Psalm 116 "I love the Lord, for He heard my voice; He heard my cry for mercy.  Because He turned His ear to me, I will call on Him as long as I live.  The Lord is gracious and righteous, our God is full of compassion.  The Lord protects the unwary; when I was brought low, He saved me."  Psalm 116:1,2,5,6

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 08 Feb 2016 05:47:22 GMT
Hope Every now and then when life

Seems to hurl it's storms and strife

I like to think of things that bring

A smile and warm imaginings

Thoughts of hugs and sunny days

Walks where pines and streams will play

Barns and shafts of light that paint

Shadows and the stories quaint

These are where I find retreat

Out of site of city streets

And cars and noise and lights that bling

And steal the peace of pondering

Country air and sweet strong hints

Of hay and cows and cedar scents

It's there my heart and longings go

There in fields of green and gold

I find refuge when the sun

Creates a palette - day is done

Of orange and pink and purple hue

That take away my dark and blue

Oh the joy of country air

Breezes briskly touch my hair

Singing songs into my ear

Making love and happiness so clear

Were that we could be so bold

To embrace what's dear to hold

Finding joy in the sincere

Taking in the real, the dear

Oh those now and then's of life

Oh the heartache, storm and strife

I race again to places bright

Filled with sweet-kissed warm sunlight

I hold the hopes, the thoughts, the dreams

Of lasting love and endless streams

Inside my chest where God has stayed

Ever faithful, every day

It's He who owns the thousand fields

Of cattle, grain and all that's real

It's He who knows my quaking needs

It's He who made the rainbow's sweet

Full of promise, full of life

Full of hope, His true delight.

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 01 Feb 2016 01:37:37 GMT
Looking outside

This new year, I have thought much about following the Light.  It's kind of a new catch-phrase for me...something of hope to run after and embrace in an otherwise dingy world.  One fall day I stood inside this wonderful old barn and saw the streams of sun rays shooting in through each crevice of the worn, well-loved, but dark walls.  I am sure this building was the center of much activity and life at one time.  By this time it has grown tired and quiet.  I often have felt tired - and quiet in the past few years of my life.  Many challenges have beat against the walls of my being and sometimes I just feel a bit more frail than I did at one time.  Now, that's not necessarily a bad thing.  It is natural to gradually age and even slow our pace.  However, I believe in a God of new life.  He specializes in warming our cold, gray hearts.  If we stand long enough in our little room and simple gaze at the cracks, we might notice that there is a world of sunshine very close by.  And...if we move closer to the walls and peer beyond the rough, dark inside panels of wood, we will see something colorful and alive!  And...if we open the door, that life will literally hit us in the face!  I am challenged beyond the door this season.  There is a whole. new. world...just outside the very small room where I just might have been standing for too long. 

Take a look outside.

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 05 Jan 2016 03:43:04 GMT
A warm and bright new year wish... I was reminded of the new year that is about to begin and realized I'd not made a single goal or resolution.  I have nothing against doing those things.  It is probably very healthy to seek to accomplish new things each year.  It has been a long 2015 for me.  There were been some very great things that happened, but also some projects, changes and challenges that seemed all-consuming.  Part of me would say that I wouldn't want a repeat!  The other part realizes that it is necessary to go through trials and even storms in order to make the next "bend" and find the light at the end of what might feel like an endless tunnel. 

I wish I could say I had captured this photo, but I am perhaps even more happy to be lucky enough to be a recipient of a dear friend who shared it with me.  Sometimes I just stare at it because it is so beautiful!  But tonight I am looking at that very bright light - just around the bend.  I may not make any goals for this new year.  I might just be satisfied focusing on that bright light.  Perhaps it will illuminate for me all that is needed for a new season.  Sometimes a sweet hint of a trail becomes visible as we go and the only thing we can do is follow it towards what seems calm and bright.

Happy New Year to each of you.  I pray that His warm light would brighten your path.  "...I am the light of the world.  Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."  John 8:12

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 01 Jan 2016 04:18:38 GMT

"The generous man will be prosperous, and he who waters will himself be watered."  Proverbs 11:25

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 01 Dec 2015 05:42:28 GMT
A day of thanks. Something deep inside me has been satisfied and enriched.  This photo was taken (by an un-suspecting neighbor who I borrowed) on Thanksgiving day of this past week.  A huge expression of gratitude is still swelling from within as I contemplate this fun and thankful day.  Each of my family members were able to make it to our new home for what ended up becoming a most memorable reunion.  My parents, hubby, three daughters and their significant others and significant 18-month-old, brother and his wife and three boys and sister and her hubby and son - all under the same roof for a full day and a half!  

I haven't been overly inspired to blog recently for some reason.  Perhaps just the busy season or preparations and excitement of my family's arrival?  Perhaps I am just "resting" after a very exhausting late summer and fall of moving and re-settling our lives?  At any rate, having these visitors and getting this photo is inspiration all by itself to make a post!    

Since we moved it has been quite a time of drop-in company and celebration.  Though life has gone on with its work and demands, it seems we have also had the joy and delight of seeing more faces than we had ever imagined! I remember praying that our new home would be one of blessing, love and unity.  That has come to pass thus far - and having my family together simply iced the cake for me!

This photo captures a very treasured highlight of our new season.  We simply do not know what the future holds.  The likelihood of this many of us coming together at the same time in the near days ahead is probably slim.  I cherish the moments and the memories.  Even the liberal and conservative extremes seemed to find some commonalities on this special day!

I do indeed feel and pray for others who may not have or get to be with family throughout the year.  I cannot even imagine the heartache of that kind of loneliness.  But I will not cease to offer prayers of sincere thanksgiving for the minutes, days and years that I am blessed to spend with those I love. 

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 30 Nov 2015 04:42:27 GMT
Contenment In this world, it seems very difficult for most of us to maintain contentment.  How easy it is to look around us and want more.  It is perhaps even easier to be anxious about whether or not our needs will be met from day to day.  Questions about our health, safety of our families, our income, our job, and our comfort are constantly arising in the midst of life's activity and demands.  And though these thoughts and concerns are realistic and part of humanity, God tells us to pursue peace and contentment.  Thankfully He also tells us how to do so!  In Philippians 4:11-13 Paul gives us the secret.  It is His strength that allows us the ability to rise above our circumstances! seems to me that there is a trust factor in learning to be content!  Trusting that whether we are in need or have plenty, we must rely on Him and believe that His eye is on the sparrow (meaning His beloved children who have answered "yes" to His call).  He promises in Hebrews 14:5 that He will never leave us if we keep our lives free from the love of money and be content!  Wow!  There must be some correlation there!  Mmmmm....more secrets??  I Timothy 6:6-11 speaks of Godliness as the source of contentment.  So true contentment is related to our walking with God, pursuing His righteousness above all other desires, and having faith in Him, believing He does indeed love us!  It even speaks of faith in Him as being something that can move mountains!!  

Lord, may I trust you enough that mountains of doubt and worry are removed in my life!  Allow me to rest in your faithfulness and love to the point that contentment becomes my way of life.

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 19 Nov 2015 04:22:58 GMT
Cast your cares...

When I look at the incredible color and artistry that illuminates the vast heavens, there are simply no words beyond the sight itself that can describe it.  Enormous, endless and breath-taking come to mind, but still cannot capture His handiwork.  It is unthinkable to imagine "no God" for His very character of Majesty and Master are written on each amazing scene!  Even the dark nights and thunderous storms are weighted with unlimited power of almighty God!  The Designer Himself is unprecedented! There is no competitor - none other who has spoken a mere word only to create sea and sky!  No one else could breathe life into a being molded from clay.  Only God could hang the sun and stars in place in celebration of an endless canvas that stretches farther than our imaginations!  He delights in illuminating His heavens and reminding us of His glory unspeakable!  He takes joy in laying out continuous beauty for us to behold.  The wind and the weather are un-harnessable.  The mountains cannot be conquered by mere man.  It took a soverign Maestro to conduct such a harmonious and exciting orchestra!  How dare we even consider that He could not also triumph over sin and struggles in our lives to prepare promise and peace for each of us who receive His offerings!

"Cast all your care (anxiety) on Him because He cares about you."  I Peter 5:7 

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 12 Nov 2015 05:02:09 GMT
Seasons Woke up one mornin' the wind through the window
Reminded me winter was just 'round the bend
Somehow I just didn't see it was comin'
It took me by surprise again


These are words from a song called "Old Tennessee" by none other than Dan Folgelberg.  It's been running through my head today as I look out the window and see the leaves dropping and giving way to the winter season.  I hug my coffee cup and smile while the melody meanders through my head, painting pictures of real life and a scene I am blessed to see beyond the panes of glass here in my home.

This season is interesting to me.  We know life is out there, but it snuggles down under layers of brown and gray - and eventually white as December and January usher in ice and snow.  Perhaps this analogy is somewhat cliche', but I believe it is no accident that we find so many symmetries to our own lives simply by looking out the window!  

I went through quite a "winter" season these past few years as my family struggled through various health issues, job changes and a major move.  It was hard, rough and cold there in the biting weather of that long winter.  There are still challenges.  Life always has them.  However, though outside winter is approaching, I feel spring inside as my heart awaking like a sleepy daffodil to a new season.  

I have no idea what tomorrow will bring.  But today, I will stay near the window where the sun rays warm my heart, remembering that even in the winter, there is promise of resurrection.

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 09 Nov 2015 16:32:10 GMT
Pass the blessing... Abi & AsaAbi & Asa

This little sweet sprout is coming to spend the weekend with us tomorrow.  I couldn't be more thrilled!  And though I'm sure it will not all be quite as peaceful a picture as this one, you can bet there will be fun and lively disorder here at the Bollinger cabin!  I am reminded of my prayers requesting that our home be filled with love, and once again, God is swinging that door wide open!  Might this be an "altar" if you will - a remembrance of His faithfulness.  

Might it also cause you who would read these words to consider YOUR blessings - perhaps in the form of another person who brings you who truly reflects the love of the Father - child, spouse, family or friend.  And...if you happen to be struggling with an absence of that kind of relationship, consider this; could it be that God has picked YOU to bring that kind of joy to another?  Often God opens doors for His blessings to be poured out upon us.  He also often asks US to be the light bearers so that His joy can continue to thread hearts together into a very large and colorful tapestry.   

Tomorrow we will participate in a beautiful blessing - our grandchild bringing life to our home.  I know that in the days ahead there will be plenty of opportunity for me to pass His joy to another.  May I recognize it and allow it to continue!

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 05 Nov 2015 05:32:09 GMT
Between the worlds of men and make believe... "Between the worlds of men and make believe I can be found."  These are words from a rather mysterious and lilting song by Dan Folgelberg.  It probably describes us all at one time or another during our lives.  Mine?  Maybe more than a few!!  Being a Christian from a very early age, I have lived with hope in my heart concerning eternity.  Sometimes its a lot like make believe to imagine what the next life will be like.  I trust that God has that all prepared and that He knows better than I just how glorious it will be.  Until that time when I meet Him face to face, I can only read tid bits about those future events and try to picture such a dramatic and marvelous stage!  I have caught myself on many occasions wondering about the details and looking so forward to the promises the Bible speaks about.  Christianity is a religion of faith.  It is not based on what we see necessarily, but upon what a God who we cannot see has spoken and accomplished through an incredible story of redemption.  The story revolves around sacrifice and  victory...a heroic death that won eternal life.  I have been ridiculed, unfriended, and isolated because of this belief.  Many have thought me crazy - or different.  Some have avoided me simply because they cannot decide what they think about the subject and so choose to just not deal with it - or me.  I am ok with that.  Everyone is unique and individual in how they contemplate eternal things.  However, I continue to choose to await the day when I meet the King of kings face to face with joy in my heart.  I so wish everyone could experience the kind of relationship I have discovered in knowing Jesus Christ and the Creator of the universe!  It is an incredible journey and I am sometimes saddened that all will not choose to accept this treasured hope.  Please know that it is free for the taking.  There is no price, except that we must offer Him a heart of commitment and love as He has first loved and dedicated His all to us.  it is a relationship, and therefore requires covenant and unity.  I know, it sounds like a fairy tale, right?  You might say it is make believe come true because all the things we want most are what we eventually find when we know Him!  Afraid of rejection or believing in the unseen?  All I can say is try it!

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 03 Nov 2015 05:26:10 GMT
Amazing red




Announcing its presence.  

It captures the eye and tantalizes the feisty.  

It is remarkable.

Unmatched in dramatic display.  

It lures stares and demands attention.  

It is confident and serious,  

Elegant and fearless, 

Beautiful and bold.  



Passionate and inspiring.  

Red is a flower.  

A child's choice toy.  

An accent.  

An exclamation.  

Without a word it commands and invites respect.  

It symbolizes the strongest emotion - and love - and sacrifice.  

It represents life and relationship.

It preaches about depth and loyalty and covenant.

It is primary and cannot be created.

It stands alone.

Amazing red.


(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 02 Nov 2015 04:30:32 GMT
Fall Fall:

Brilliant, blazing and beautiful!  It seems like yesterday when the leaves were beginning their journey from green to golden...and now, the chill and drizzle has begun.  The "rain" of old life has started to gently fall to the ground from where it began.  

So similar are our lives.  We begin tender and green - young shoots of promise bursting through the warm earth into the sunlight of hope and expectation.  Though our limbs receive some marks and scars from weather, they tend to remain supple and flexible for years.  

Sometimes there are breaks that create stunted growth or a bend in our posture.  Sometimes life's tragedies prematurely snatch us before our fall seasons ever come.  

But for the ones who walk through spring and summer into fall, there are often colors that accompany the journey; hues of red, orange and golden that are displays of wisdom and understanding.  They are joined by deep tones of past experiences that have included both pain and promise.  Real beauty begins to glow in brittled brilliance...more-so than at any other time of life!  

Let us remember those who have stood in the weather for many years.  Some on their knees - on behalf of the next generation - who would see them through their fall season and into winter.  May we honor and respect the contributions of those who sought to bring care, nurture and provision throughout their lives.  The mothers, fathers, care-givers, soldiers, fighters, workers, martyrs, and servants who are walking ahead and dropping their leaves of sound insight onto the ground where we will walk.

Might we recognize the beauty of the aged and find reason to smile on their offerings in a rushed world where the quiet and the frail so often fail to receive the respect or thanks due.  May their fall seasons be more pleasant due to the love and care of the green that surrounds their aged trunks and colorful leaves.  May what falls from their vivid foliage be gathered and embraced, for surely therein are the seeds of life and love to come.

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 29 Oct 2015 03:39:21 GMT
About little people... My favorite little short person!


(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 29 Oct 2015 02:26:02 GMT
A man with a story... Evans Tabor Earlier last week we had a guest at our home who has been a friend for many years.  We went to high school together and just always seemed to have similar interests and thoughts.  The hours we have spent talking about life, music, God, family and every other related and unrelated subject are too numerous to count.  The chuckles and belly laughs - well let's just say I'm still laughing!  I would love to sit here and try to write out the story of this man's life, however, I could not fill in the countless details as he has so openly shared them with me.  I will say it has been full of some incredible happenings, all of which the grace of God has sustained, embraced and rescued him through.  He humbly acknowledges the amazing grace that seems to have caught and carried him - in the most unfortunate and difficult times. Sure, some of those trials were a result of poor choices....and some due to circumstances beyond his control.  Regardless, it has been both refreshing and delightful to see real gratitude and an attitude of true thanksgiving from one so dear.  

An answer to my prayer that our house would be filled with His light and life has already become evident through such wonderful visitors and people recently.  This precious friend brought a dip of clean, living water to my door and has left my heart watered and running over!                                                                                      

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 27 Oct 2015 03:40:49 GMT
Thirty Five year "selfie"  

This is a "selfie" that took almost 35 years to get!  How sweet it is to reunite with friends.  This dear couple were my home away from home during my college years.  They provided love, a safe setting, spiritual encouragement and guidance as well as nurturing for my very hungry heart through some of the most vulnerable years of my life.  Their example to me of the love of Christ made an impression that has lasted an entire life time.  

Today we were able to take a picture of us together once again after all those years.  They live in Newberg, Oregon and though miles, time and many experiences have been between us, there remains a bond that has extended from heaven to earth that I am sure will glide right into eternity.  Sometimes God just creates the ties that bind and nothing is able to separate us from that supernatural kind of love!  Tonight my heart is warmed and swollen by new memories and the smiling footprints left in the sands of my heart.  

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 27 Oct 2015 03:13:36 GMT
Timing Some have said that timing is everything.  "Some" might be right in many cases.  Words spoken "out of season" might be wise ones, but not heard because the listener was not in a position to hear or learn.  The fruit in this picture is a persimmon.  Persimmons have a very sweet taste in the later fall season - but only when they are ripe.  Tasting them after they have been plucked too early will indeed result in turning most any mouth and expression into a pucker with a capital "P"!  They are extremely bitter unless they have ripened to a soft, almost banana-like texture.  So, one might resolve to never try them again, unless they taste them at the right time!  I have been guilty of speaking "out of turn" or saying something that another completely missed, simply because the timing was not right or "ripe".  Sometimes wisdom is in the "when" more-so than in the "what" as it relates to our words.

Timing even seems to be a factor when we come to acknowledge and accept what Jesus did for us.  Some seem to embrace these truths at an early age and never turn back.  Others might go through life and discover eternal treasures at an older age.  Still some never accept what God offers.  The good news is that God is not picky about our timing on this long as we are still breathing.  He is always ready and never rejects our acceptance of Him!  The only risk on our part is that we wait too long.  We do not know the number of days we have been given on the earth.  There is a great, but often small window of opportunity to accept the fruit of His love - but it must be done before our life ends.  In that respect, timing is everything!  Take the fruit while it is offered and while it is ripe!

"Sow righteousness for yourselves; reap the fruit of unfailing love and break up your unplowed ground; for it is time to seek the Lord until He comes and showers His righteousness on you."  Hosea 10:12

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 16 Sep 2015 02:46:45 GMT
Happy shot

My favorite happy photo.  Since fall is in the air...  

Oh, and the icing on the happy cake?  An angel in the sky!!    

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 15 Sep 2015 02:55:08 GMT
Stand Ever felt steadfast about something you knew was right, but it seemed you were the only one holding to your standards?  Ever been ridiculed or isolated for doing the "right" thing?  Ever known abandonment or rejection for making decisions that you knew were God-issued and righteous?  I have.  It is sometimes hurtful to see friends or even family walk away and perhaps not even consider your reasons or contemplate a different perspective.  Because Christianity is faith-based in nature, it is not unusual for others to disagree or even disdain the decisions we make, simply because our only "proof" or reason is because "the Bible tells us so."  That often is not enough for an unbeliever to understand, much-less agree with.  Faith in something, or in the case of Christians, someONE, is not necessarily an easy thing - especially for those needing hard evidence.  

In my heart and experiences, I have found the Bible, history and a strong longing for purpose and love to be evidence enough to simply leap headlong into the deep end of eternal God.  I have made a choice to commit to forever with the God who cared enough to pay a great price for me.  If you don't believe the story, I am sorry.  It is the greatest love story ever and offers everything in return for a simple decision to believe!  I will not turn back.  In these trying days it seems there is a greater line in the sand than ever.  We must make decisions concerning eternity.  Will you embrace God's amazing grace or walk away, perhaps with the crowd who fears rejection and isolation?  I choose this day to stand.   

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 14 Sep 2015 03:44:21 GMT
Laugh out Loud! I have often been accused of being a person who laughs a lot.  I don't usually notice that I do, but so many do notice, that I've had to look at myself and scrutinize my actions - and contemplate the reasons! Maybe there is some nervousness to my laughter at times.  But somehow I have come to the conclusion that there is not much about life that I don't enjoy or find some humor in.  Even when times are tough, there is usually something to smile about if we reason with ourselves and consider the bigger picture!  Don't get me wrong...I have shed plenty of tears for many reasons.  There are simply hard days and real heartaches in every life.  The temporal will always challenge us and bring trials.  I have gotten somewhat better at thinking of the eternal aspect whenever I do manage to compose my aches and excitements.  It is kind of a constant learning process to react according to the bigger picture, but I have discovered that God's grace is truly sufficient in good times - and bad.  Where there is peace and where there is panic - there is God.  And where there is God - there is hope.  Hope does not disappoint, because ultimate hope has blessed assurance and comfort.  The temporal produces sadness and short-term happenings and emotions.  The eternal promises joy unspeakable and a never-ending story.  Even great loss can be redeemed and restored in the eternal picture.  Sorrow can consume us in this life unless we have the hope of the next one in our hearts.  It is only when we realize those truths that we can find a reason to smile.  And yes, even a reason to celebrate - out loud - life that conquers even death!  It is possible to laugh amidst our sorrows and see the long-term joy that overcomes the trials of this life.  It is possible to celebrate the next life as we smile through the tears of the present one.  This past decade has been one of constant struggle, sickness and difficulty in many ways for our family.  I can say with all honesty that the very real enemy we are challenged by will ultimately lose the battle that he has been granted a limited amount of freedom to torment through.  And that, my friends is reason enough to laugh out loud! 

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 13 Sep 2015 04:07:05 GMT
No place like home's an "I can't sleep, maybe I'll blog" kind of night.  Just tossed and turned until I decided to stop fighting it! :)  Guess I'm dreaming of "home".  Very anxious to get settled in our new house in about a week.  We are staying with my brother and sister-in-law as we have sold our city house and getting ready to close on a new place in the country.  Was looking through photos tonight and found this one of an old Caledonia homestead.  It looks like someone has loved it plenty.  The stones of the fireplace probably didn't get placed there in a day!  The logs in the cabin were obviously hand hewn and built with shelter and perhaps a family in mind.  And then there is the expanded house...with more space and more windows - most likely an upgrade for a new or growing family.  We can only guess, but whatever the history or stories here, it is a pleasant picture to contemplate...and it somehow makes me happy!  Perhaps because I look forward to my own place to hang a hat (or farm equipment!) soon.  

Lord, I pray for Your favor and blessing on the move ahead.  May our home be welcoming to many a friend and family.  May Your light and life be clearly present there.  And....may You keep it and all who enter safe and filled with a constant hunger for more of You!  

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 10 Sep 2015 05:42:29 GMT
In His light Another day has come and gone.  Just decided to ask myself a few questions.  Did I view it from a half-empty cup or a half-full one?  Am I observing shadows or do I see the light that creates them?  Life is a choice.  Every day.  Every moment.  We can choose to see the dark.  Or, we can choose to see what the sunlight does to the dark.  It rained today.  As I looked up I saw the sun so relentlessly breaking through the clouds that even the rain began to struggle to drip!  It was comical...and I caught myself thinking, "If only I could squeeze sunshine into my situations - it would surely over power the rain!"  The thought occurred to me that if our minds and hearts are stayed on our heavenly Father, the things of earth indeed do grow dim in the light of His amazing grace!  It is good to know the Source from which all blessings flow!  

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 10 Sep 2015 03:01:40 GMT
Sweet fall beginnings!


Tis the season!  Grandma Doris' apples have arrived via my sister and brother-in-law's buckets after their latest visit to see my hubby's mother.  She has two trees that have almost unceasingly produced bushels of sweet delicious apples every year!  1st on the menu this past week - an amazing apple pie!  As good as any Kimswick mile high pie!  It took two of us to peel them, then Joyce (sister-in-law) flew into action and created her magic!  Thanks God for such wholesome treats during this time of year! And oh how colorful!  Kinda puts some lively color in the pre-fall pallet!  

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 09 Sep 2015 04:25:15 GMT
Chiggers The most terrible thing about chiggers is chiggers are terrible things!  Don't get me wrong...I LOVE country walks and hikes through the woods!  But oh how I hate those little flesh-eating varmints!!!  Yep, I got em' again over a week ago, and they are still creating itchy craters in my skin!  There has simply been no remedy for my crawling skin - except Benadryl.  And so I have lived on those little capsules now since the tiny beggars began gnawing away at me from head to toe!  A couple of years ago they had found me again and had another party at my expense.  It seems I am an inviting source of their feasting habit!  (Still have scars to prove it!)  Though I suppose there are worse things, I am not sure I can think of one right now - as I scratch another layer from my right leg!  They must be co-herts of the devil himself - seeking whom they may devour!  Yes, that's it.  Demons.  Had my eyes been good enough to see them, I bet they have horns and a forked tail!   

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 09 Sep 2015 04:16:11 GMT
Fall "Fotos"                                                                               A "last year" fall pic.  Guess where?  :)

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 09 Sep 2015 01:16:29 GMT
A little fall fantasy Humor me if you will while I fantasize a little.  The season just ahead is beyond a doubt the best time of year!  The only thing about fall that I don't like is that it does not last long enough!  Every sunny, glimmering day of mild temperatures and brilliant color is a favorite of mine.  I know, I know....many say it reminds them that winter is on the way.  I get that.  But I am a person who loves the moment.  There are lots of those in these up and coming weeks!  I will savor the sun, bask in the blue skies, smile at the shimmer, and dance in the dazzle of the warm autumn colors!  Part of the joy is simply looking forward to it!  I have a new home in the woods that I am excited to settle into.  My heart twirls at the very idea of looking out the window to see orange and red leaves floating about and squirrels frolicking across the branches as they too build their own homes for the coming winter.  I can almost hear crackling flames in the fireplace on cool evenings, and taste rich hot chocolate with thick and frothy melted marshmallows!  That is all....just a little fall.  :) 

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 09 Sep 2015 00:52:48 GMT
Consider the heavens... Good morning.  Moving slowly today.  However, there is a place where I can see the Sun as it lifts into the sky and warms even the silent places that welcome its powerful streams of light.  Lift up your heads, friends!  Let His glorious warmth and promise amaze you today.  He is always near!

"Lord, our Lord, how majestic is Your name in all the earth!  you have set Your glory in the heavens.  Through the praise of children and infants You have established a stronghold against Your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger.  When I consider Your heavens the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have set in place, what is mankind that You are mindful of them, human beings that You care for them?"  Psalm 8:1-4  

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 08 Sep 2015 13:49:54 GMT
Tid bits of truth

As summer slowly glides into fall and the earth's green turns gold against rich blue horizons, I think about our years.  How they too go from supple green to much deeper tones.  A transformation that takes each of us from innocent pastels to wiser shades of almost opaque color, as deep as the wells of our lives.  The winds of time and weather have steadily blown our hearts in one direction or the other, determining the bend and tone of our stature and stance.  Many of us begin to turn our eyes upward, looking to the Source of that gentle wind.  It has caressed us through peace and pain, happiness and heartache.  We have drifted into years of greater understanding - and desperate questions.  We reach still higher, seeking answers and settlement.  Eternity has yet more interest and the things of earth dim in the wake of its majesty and endlessness.  Subconsciously we long for the voice of the One who first spoke us into existence.  Our desire become less of what we can see and more of what we cannot imagine.  Truth becomes the quest.  Our frail minds are stretched with what is next, and we begin to allow the reality of forever to become a subject to ponder - and perhaps look forward to. The heavenly hero we have dreamed about since childhood suddenly wins a place beyond make-believe and our awe in Him takes on the glorious unthinkable!  

Here is a prayer for you, if you are newly contemplating a very old story.  

Philippians 3:10-13:  "I want to know Christ - the righteousness that comes from God on the basis of faith.  I want to know Christ - yes, to know the power of His resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like Him in His death, and so, somehow, attaining to the resurrection from the dead.

Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.  

Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it, But one thing I do:  Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead.  I press on toward the goal, to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."  

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 08 Sep 2015 05:00:04 GMT
A home with our name on it Living with Art & Joyce.  August 26, 2015Living with Art & Joyce. August 26, 2015

It has been somewhat of an adjustment being "homeless"; surely not from a lack of kindness or love shown, but rather because there is something about human nature that wants to know "you can always go home!"  In a transition such as ours, it becomes tempting to feel a little insecure and somehow without foundation.  I repeat - it is human nature that teaches us these things!  In the midst of this change, I am seeking to take "schooling" from my heavenly Father who has assured me that our "home" is in Him.  We are never alone and never without when we allow Him to take up residence in our heart.  When He lives in us, He in return, becomes our instant provision.  

As we were contemplating how we might juggle leaving one house and not closing on another for another 3 1/2 weeks, His provision came through in the form of generous family offering to share their home with us.  Though humbling, we knew it was a gracious and Godly gift - a sacrifice on their part that they did not have to make, but willingly did.  With grateful hearts we arrived at their house around midnight, after a week-long packing/moving/cleaning marathon.  We were exhausted and stretched physically and mentally far beyond our comfort zones.  

The room in the photo above met us with soft glowing lights, our mattress set up and made, complete with mints on the pillows.  Our luggage had been placed near our bed, towels displayed in the bathroom, and a second bedroom and living area beautifully arranged for our daughter who lives with us.  The rooms were perfectly welcoming and simply beautiful...all lovingly offered with our needs in mind.  

I was overwhelmed with gratitude.  We all stood amazed at the goodness of our heavenly Father and the family of God who had all opened their arms and hearts so fully to us.  It has helped me to get a glimpse of what God's "church" can truly be.  In the light of imperfections that infiltrate Christianity, there is a bright beam of clarity here in how our Lord might want us to "act".  What if we all were so sensitive in offering our hearts or homes - or love?  I am thankful for those examples still listening to that still, small voice.  As a result, we have learned to depend on Him just a little bit more.  We have more fully trusted that He loves us enough to call us by name and be our shelter and provider.

Thank you, Lord.  Thank you, dear family.  



(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 02 Sep 2015 03:19:51 GMT
Sailing.... "Just a dream and the wind to carry me, soon I will be free....."

Words penned and sung so magically by Christopher Cross.  I feel that we are in a never land these days.  Floating between old and new.  Sailing in uncharted waters to a new destiny.  In transition.  Homeless, but with a roof and plenty of love.  Our lives have been pulled out by the roots.  We have been carefully placed in a bucket of water until we can be replanted in new soil where we can begin to grow again.  It's an odd feeling to suddenly not know a sense of home!  I long for the freedom of a new start.  That is the dream.  That is the freedom.  I am grateful for the sailboat that carries us.  The Wind that sends us forward is none other than God Himself.  His canvas can indeed do miracles that I can only wait to see!  I look forward to the painting that will appear as the brushstroke of a Master recreates new beginnings.  The horizon looks beautiful and promising as the sun sets and the silhouette of our tiny ship inches slowly away from the old and towards a new burgundy sky.  Lord, help me to relax and enjoy the ride....

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 31 Aug 2015 21:02:26 GMT
God still cares... We finally have a signed contract on a house!  Not just any house....a perfectly beautiful house!  At least it seems that way to us, and unless God chooses to shut the door, we are receiving this with open arms and very happy hearts!  There are some interesting God stories that go with this.  I thought I would write about one or two here.  

This retreat-like home is located at the end of the cul-de-sac that has the street name, "Stilhouse Ridge."  It's almost as if that word has been constantly reminding us that there is "still" a house for us regardless of the rather lengthy and frustrating search we have been on!  We have sold the house we are currently living in and the new buyers are moving in on August 24th!    

As of Friday, August 7th we were in the middle of some rather rocky negotiations with the seller of a different house that we had discovered upon costly inspections needed an entire 25 thousand dollar septic system put in.  We had began a long process of negotiations whereas we continued to go up in our offer (with constant refusals on the seller's part) until we absolutely could not offer any more.  In fact we were at the ceiling point leaving hardly anything for us to paint and fix some necessary things inside the house.  We decided to pull the plug and not negotiate any further.  

That very day (Friday) another house popped up on the market and we really liked the photos on the brand new listing.  I happened to be in Potosi (about an hour south of St. Louis) doing a book signing/sale at a county fair there, but my hubby went to take a look at it.  He was very impressed and thought it would be worth my closing my booth to drive up to see it - as soon as possible.  So, the next morning (Saturday) I shut down my little 10 X 10 booth and made a quick drive to meet my husband and the realtor.  There was no doubt in either of our minds that we wanted to get a contract in immediately - and did just that!  Scott remained with the realtor to do the paper work and I ran back to Potosi so as not to miss more of my responsibilities there.  By 10:00 that night (last night) we had a signed contract by both parties; the fastest I ever remember negotiating and buying any house - and we have bought a few!

Something fascinating is that all the things that seemed to be lacking in the previous house were present - and even pleasantly exaggerated in most cases - in the new property!  I had been concerned about leaving our well-loved, very spacious victorian current home and feeling "closed in" with something that might have low ceilings, small rooms and limited windows/light.  The new home has every one of these things way beyond our liking!  I had asked the Lord to provide room for not only our daughter with disabilities to comfortably live with us, but also for our children when they are home at various times throughout the year.  This home generously offers the space we need and more!  My husband wanted some privacy after living in a very busy city area for over a decade.  We will have 3 acres of woods at the end of the cul-de-sac, a beautiful large front porch and 2 decks, one being connected and tucked just outside the master bedroom!  

The funniest part?  The owners of the new place just put in a BRAND NEW SEPTIC SYSTEM!  It appears they more than took care of all aspects of the house, but had also just completed the work on the very same problem that had been unresolved in the previous house we'd looked at!  I am convinced God not only cares for the details of our lives, but has a great sense of humor!

I write because it will one day help me to remember His goodness in this "land of the living" and count my blessings.  In the old testament, God told many people to build altars when He guided and blessed them so that they would not cease to remember how good He is!  Tonight, I build a little story altar in memory of my God's amazing grace and care over my life.  

Though we have not had the final inspections on this new home, I somehow believe that God has our back in this.  He seems to know better than I what we need most, but also keeps working with us as we learn to trust and walk blindly through an often dark world.  It is important that we keep our eyes on and continue to acknowledge the Light of the world and the One who cares the most for us!!

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 10 Aug 2015 02:50:43 GMT
Something to think about!


Tis the season to gaze at these Star Lilies.  And oh how I like to "gaze". They are simply stunning!  I am sure you too have something that you truly enjoy looking at or even thinking about.  It is therapeutic to set our minds on those thoughts.

The Bible says that God thinks about US!!  How cool is that??  If He thinks about me nearly as much as I think about some of these beautiful displays, then I am above all most grateful!!  The Bible says even more - that His thoughts about us are VAST!  I don't know about you, but that pretty much makes my day!

"How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!  how vast is the sum of them!  If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand."  Psalm 139:17, 18 

Now that is something to think about!

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 04 Aug 2015 03:11:22 GMT
Amazing and blazing!

We talk about how God is invisible.  However, there are just endless blazing colorful splotches that tell of His presence and "visible-ness" all around us.  I could never in words describe such an amazing God, but perhaps photos of reality can begin to make us contemplate the magnificence of our Almighty!

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 26 Jul 2015 23:09:41 GMT
Butterfly on my nose... MeMe The world is a complicated place!  Life brings new challenges every day.  Sometimes it is overwhelming....and yet I am reminded of a thought that an old song reflects:  "...On a Clear Day, You Can See Forever..."  Often it is difficult to see blessings through the storms.  It is so very easy to focus on our sadness or pain and miss the butterfly that has landed on our nose!  Life's hardships are indeed hard.  Sometimes it is all we can do to endure.  

As I began to look at doubt and worry today, some butterflies of blessing came to mind.  My Bible instructs me to "make a joyful noise" and to "sing a new song"!  It commands me to "come into His presence with thanksgiving" and "enter His gates with praise"!  God's word gives us time to mourn and grieve, but it also challenges us to "put on the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness"!  The old hymn, "Count Your Blessings", (name them one by one) is perhaps extracted from Psalm 40:5 in proclaiming the wonders that God has done in our lives, regardless of the heartache that this temporary life affords.  

I believe there is a reason for those instructions!  If we allow our sin nature to gain control of our thoughts, it can create a vortex of negativity and hopelessness.  God has given us defensive weapons that can counteract those dark, heavy invasions of our mind and heart!  One of those weapons is HOPE in the promises of eternity!  Another is His word, which in and of itself is powerful for the pulling down of strongholds!  When we choose to focus on what He offers, it is difficult to stay in the places of heartache and hopelessness.  He says that even when storms rage in our lives, there is a safe place!  He, as light and colorful as a butterfly, is always present!  We must simply choose to accept the reality of His nearness!

The life we know on this earth will pass quickly.  The reason we live is for the purpose of making choices that concern eternity!  It is about making decisions that affect forever.  Choose to see Him - even when it is raining!  Even when the water is rising and you feel you are sinking.  He is not far, but near.  His mercy is enduring - forever.  His steadfast love is new every morning.  His faithfulness is sure.  He is an anchor for our soul and a shelter in the storm.  He is the Rock of the ages and a sure foundation.  He is our provision - our "more than enough".  Set these banners before you and recognize the beauty of who He is in comparison to the fleeting troubles of this world.  It is true....there is a "butterfly" - Right. On. Your. Nose.

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 26 Jul 2015 20:35:21 GMT
Contemplating change... Thinking about change - something that is not always easy, but often has some excitement or anticipation of things to come.  We have sold our house and shopping for another place to live.  So so many choices!  Sooo many things to consider!  Our prayers have generally been, "Lord direct us," as we just do not have answers as to where we need to be.  

Most of us consider the fear factor of change.  Maybe it's because we do not want to make a choice that will bring difficulty to our lives.  

I sit today and simply hold my hands and my heart to God, who knows all that is best.  There is something very restful about the realization that God already knows the future and if we are seeking, knocking and walking in His light He will direct us down the path that will bring us closer to Him.  

This old hymn comes to mind:




(Text: Frances R. Havergal.  Music: Henry A. Ceasar Malan)


Take my life and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee;

Take my moments and my days - Let them flow in ceaseless praise, Let them flow in ceaseless praise.

Take my hands and let them move at the impulse of Thy love;

Take my feet and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee, swift and beautiful for Thee.

Take my voice and let me sing always, only, for my King;

Take my lips and let them be filled with messages from Thee, filled with messages from Thee.

Take my silver and my gold - not a mite would I withhold;

Take my intellect and use every pow'r as Thou shalt choose, every pow'r as Thou shalt choose.

Take my will and make it Thine - It shall be no longer mine;

Take my heart - it is Thine own, it shall be Thy royal throne, it shall be Thy royal throne.

Take my love - my Lord, I pour at Thy feet its treasure store;

Take myself and I will be ever, only, all for Thee, ever, only, all for Thee.


(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 23 Jul 2015 01:53:18 GMT
Comin' to grandmas! AsaAsa

THIS little man is coming to see me today!  

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 15 Jul 2015 19:30:11 GMT
Profound truths... My husband's dad's sister-in-law, June & his sister, MarieMy husband's dad's sister-in-law, June & his sister, Marie

I read something today that I tucked in my "things to remember" file:  

"We make a living by what we get.  We make a life by what we give."

Love that.

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 15 Jul 2015 19:27:21 GMT
Endurance and dividends! Hay bale-in' time is here!  It might be a bit late for some, but it seems we've finally found a couple of dry days for many farmers to finish up the hot, dusty process!  I'm sure there are a few sitting in front of a good fan or AC tonight feeling good to have that job behind them!  There is also a sense of accomplishment and a great looking field or two out there tonight!  

There is a lot to be said for hard work and endurance to the end!  I am sure it crossed Jesus' mind in that dark, lonely garden, where He agonized before enduring the cross, to want to quit before the completion of His mission here on earth.  Thankfully for us all, He made the choice to follow through to the end.  

It is pretty amazing what we can do when we believe in something and choose to complete a particular goal.  Sacrifice costs plenty, but when offered for the sake of another, always pays big dividends.  Harvesting hay is hot, dirty work!  However, it provides much for livestock needing to get through the winter, which in turn will actually sustain us!  

Christianity is a choice.  It requires obedience and often a measure of sacrifice and hard work.  There might be varied levels of ridicule, rejection and even persecution to those who embrace it.  It is not the popular choice of the world.  It goes against the grain of humanity and our fleshly interests.  Some have actually been killed - simply for choosing to love a God who first loved us!!  It is a choice of peace that somehow stirs great hostility and even violence.  But it is a choice that involves great reward!  There will not be a better sound than when we hear, "Well done, good and faithful servant" from the One who has promised the sower an eternal harvest!  

"...let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God."  Hebrews 12: 1-2

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 14 Jul 2015 02:38:02 GMT
It's hot, but there are flowers! I am sitting in a very hot house at the moment!  Our AC stopped working about this time yesterday.  (Yes, on the hottest day of the year!)  Since it was a Sunday, we didn't want to pay the weekend up charge for repairs, so instead we had it worked on today.  That made for a very warm night and an even warmer house today!  $400.00 and a rather bad night's rest later, the air flow has begun again!  Today I am counting my blessings for AC, repair men.....and flowers!  Yes, I realize they aren't even related.  However, sometimes when it is blazing hot you have to find distractions!  And so....I found some flower photos and a little bit happier place!  Thought I would just post one here with some great big God-sized appreciation.  Though it is hard to imagine, there are a lot of things worse than "hot" and a lot of things to be very grateful for! 

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 13 Jul 2015 17:29:23 GMT
Potosi bound again!

Coming to Potosi!  

Saturday morning, July 18.  

I'll be at the library from 9 - 1:00 with more books, "Potosi That's Where I'm From".  If you'd like one...or just would like to come and say hello!

That evening there is an all school alumni reunion.  All you Potosi grads - get out and have a little fun with friends!  All you gotta do is let someone know you'll be there.  There is a social/tea at 3:00 and dinner at 6:00.  Tickets for everything is 20.00.

Sure would like to see some familiar faces!    

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 12 Jul 2015 02:57:46 GMT
Potosi friends....Coming your way July 18 with more copies of new book! Hope to see you!

For anyone who still wants a copy of my book, "Potosi, That's  Where I'm From", I will be in Potosi again on Saturday July 18 at the Washington County Library in Potosi from 9-1:00!

Come on down!!  Please spread the word.  I have quite a number who have asked for copies and it would be next to impossible to hand deliver them all.  I will have a new shipment with me and can distribute that day.

If you can't make it, but need a copy, please have someone pick it up for you.  Since I'm coming from St. Louis it makes it much easier for me to get them to you this way! 

I am also planning to be at the Washington County Fair.  Times and area to be announced as soon as I get more information!

Thank you to ALL who have purchased copies and continue to ask for copies.  It is my pleasure to make them available, and it is even more-so my pleasure to have had such a great opportunity to see many old and new faces who share in the interests of Potosi!!


(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 08 Jul 2015 01:54:00 GMT
God bless the butterflies... Summertime, and the livin' is easy.  At least for a butterfly, it would seem!  As good as it might look, butterflies actually have a pretty tough "row to hoe" from squeezing out of a cocoon to an early death.  

Perhaps my point would be this:  Anytime it looks better than where or who you are, re-consider the "greener grass."  

Each of us have a pathway.  It will most likely be a unique one, and full of trials regardless of the comforts and beauty we might gain along the way.  Each life comes complete with challenge and heartache.

It is easy to look at another and long for the life they have.  It is also easy to entertain some "green" in the form of envy when it seems others might have been more fortunate than we.

Lord, help me to be glad for others when they prosper.  Help me to be thankful and genuinely content in all You give and in all You take away - for whatever reason!  Help me to appreciate Your provision and trust that I will not lack in need as Your faithfulness is constant and all-sustaining!  God bless the butterflies - and give me wings to fly even when I feel broken or not as successful as those who are looking more colorful or vibrant!

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 05 Jul 2015 22:41:13 GMT
America. Raising a banner... The birthday of our America.  It means so much more than a celebration.  It means so much more than fireworks and barbecue and watermelon. Those are all good things, but as I really contemplate the cost to be free, my heart begins to feel the fear and grief that goes with what our forefathers and pioneers went through to cut the paths of liberty for all. Much pain and many lost lives were the sacrifice.  War, the separation of families, friends and neighbors, uncertainty, discomfort, sickness and death are the cobblestones upon which we as Americans now walk.  

This country has been blessed with abundance - so much so, that we have perhaps forgotten the expense at which it has come.  The generations that bought and paid for our independence have almost all gone on before us.  I raise the banner once again here as a reminder and a salute to those brave men and women who made ultimate sacrifices and lived their lives with loyalty to something they believed in - our freedom.

I raise that banner even higher to honor the ONE who offered eternal freedom.  We may not be so fortunate to hold our nation's liberty for many more years.  We have slowly offered this precious "one nation under God" into the hands of a nation under a government.  I have seen much in these past few years that concern me and bring me to my knees as I ask forgiveness on behalf of the decisions of the leadership of our country.  It seems to me that there is much compromise, greed, dishonesty and pride. I too often see a mesmerized people nodding under a spell of a money-hungry government seemingly unconcerned about God or His will being done among us.

Now there are many gods to whom our nation bows and honors.  Money, possessions, wealth, people, indulgences, and even false gods that have been in direct conflict with the God of Abraham - discounting the work of the cross that offers our own salvation, blessings and eternal promise.

Let us pray in this hour...for repentant hearts who would turn in surrender to the God who does indeed forgive and deliver. Let us pray for our leaders and our government to be challenged to honesty and truth.  Let us pray for those who continue to lose loved one as a result of war and tragedy in a world where it seems that God is not wanted and therefore unable to bestow blessing, help and favor.  Let us pray that people will once again consider the God who has given so much to this incredible land for so many decades.  He has not turned His back on us, it is America who must turn back to Him. God have mercy on this country and draw your people back to You.

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 05 Jul 2015 01:07:32 GMT
A halogen halo Sometimes it obvious to see that believers mis-represent the very Jesus we desire to reflect.  Though it is sad and often disappointing, especially when our own role models fail us, we have to remember that humanity is just that - human!  The reason Jesus sacrificed so much is that He knew what our nature would be even before we were born.  He also knew that we could not measure up to perfection.  That is why He went to the cross - to pay for our humanity - once and for all!  

We come complete with sin and cannot be perfect on our own.  Only God is perfect.  The good news is that He allows His perfection to become our covering through the sacrifice of Jesus.  The Son of God was allowed to be sacrificed so that our sins could be forgiven.  That is incredibly amazing grace!

I write this to remind myself that I must also forgive - as Jesus forgives me!  How many times a day do each of us fail - whether it be in thoughts or actions?  To ask forgiveness daily is to reflect Jesus.  When others see that we deal with our humanity through humility, He smiles.  And when He smiles, He does so through us!  Just as a light house shows the way for sailors, so our light can be a beacon of His radiance and love.

It is easy to point a finger when we see others failing or setting what we might consider a bad example.  Accusation is often the way we push blame onto others and seek to forfeit responsibility for error.  Pointing at another is often more revealing about the accuser than it is the one to whom it is aimed!

May we better learn the practice of responsibility and humility!  May our finger first touch our own chest as we consider how we might love as Jesus first loved us.  May our lips be slow to speak insult or blame and may we become a reflection of His light and life!

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 03 Jul 2015 03:58:21 GMT

One definition of the word "lotus" is contentment.  For some reason, that seems appropriate when I look at this flower.  I simply post this as I pray for those going through difficult times today.  Those who have lost loved ones or who are dealing with health concerns.  I have a few friends who I especially think of this moment.  Healing, help, strength, peace - and contentment to each of you.  TJ, Cindy, Carla and Bethany....

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 03 Jul 2015 03:29:35 GMT
Just breathe...

What could be better than a country drive?  Here's a little refresher scene for all you who love to breathe clean air - straight from Palmer Missouri!

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 30 Jun 2015 21:32:50 GMT
The gate A gate is always somehow inviting!  Even this one in the photo, with its vines and greenery hugging it tightly!  I have a hard time avoiding a gate.  I must at least make it a photo op, if not walk through it, just because!  This one is particularly lovely, with some very brilliant light in the background that would make many curious.  It has some weeds, which means it could take some "stomping" to push through and explore the other side of its hinges. 

It so reminds me of another gate that is inviting, yet requires some sacrifice on our part if we choose to walk through it.  In John 10:9, Jesus says, "I am the gate; whoever enters through me will be saved."  

A gate provides a way through a barrier and gives us access to something. Sin is a barrier for each of us.  There is no other way to be released and free of sin but through Jesus, who is our access to relationship with the Father.  God forgives sin with welcome arms when we simply take a step toward Him as we surrender our heart!

Some say there are many ways to God.  Jesus tells us it is only through Him and the work of the cross that we can enter into complete forgivingness and freedom!  None of us can pretend to have the answer or keys to eternity.  But Jesus offers both the answer and the key - no questions asked!  He only requires a repentant heart!

There will be weeds!  Our lives are full of them.  The master gardener will take care of the pruning and trimming as we allow Him to do so.  He knows how to care for us!  Simply walk through the gate!  

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 30 Jun 2015 21:29:27 GMT
Thankful in the rain It is an interesting moment for me just now.  Outside there is a storm beating on my windows! The rain is pounding and the weather alerts are flashing across my TV screen.  This storm comes just after a supreme court ruling yesterday that stunned our nation - for some it was perhaps unexpected great news, and for others it brought a great realization of a country's compromise to the teachings of the Bible.  

I am not sure where we are in the great span of time and eternity.  I have many questions about many things.  But what I do believe with all my heart is that life has storms.  BIG storms.  I know that we cannot escape without experiencing the rain and the rumblings of the sky when it opens and releases its downpours!  

I also believe that our response to those storms is very important.  It seems to me that we are in very stressed times where tension and disagreement is at a level I cannot ever remember in my life time.  It would also seem that darkness and light are clashing and calamity is abounding.  Many days my heart feels heavy for my country and for people who do not seem to have hope for tomorrow.  There is killing, great disfunction, greed, political deception, dishonest leadership and greed rolling across this land like dark clouds.

Some days heart-wretching cries work their way from deep inside me and go before the God who already knows and sees the huge ominous picture.  But today - in the rain - I somehow know that He is in control.  It seems miraculously clear that through the lightning and swirling wind, the same powerful hand that brought the heavens and earth into existence is still holding the universe - and my quaking heart - together!

My little world has its own storms.  Trouble, heartache, pain and transition fill the air.  But today - as the sky is falling in the form of rain and hail - I know who I have believed and by His grace trust in His unfailing love that never fails.  When thanksgiving is brighter than the rain, THAT is where I want to stay!

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 29 Jun 2015 03:32:55 GMT
Victim or Victor? Recently I have been challenged about what it means to defend our faith.  We live in a society that loves to blame shift and one in which being defensive and self absorbed fuels victim mentalities in various ways.  Too often we seek to gather all human resources in an effort to protect and defend our "rights" and wants.  Our humanity also leans towards "looking out for number one" and keeping all cautions and guards up in a world that often indeed can be cruel, dishonest and unfair.

Many times we are taken advantage of and do in fact become unfortunate victims.  Our experiences of being wronged or hurt can make us all the more needy and mistrusting.  Sometimes we even become somewhat dysfunctional as a result of these kind of histories.  Playing the "victim" card becomes a way in which we can manipulate compassion, sympathy, response and even relationships to an extent.  

I believe that God has something much better for us than the temptation to mistrust and become defensive.  Though we must be wise, He asks us to take risks in the name of representing the God we cannot see.  Even relationships that have questionable aspects usually deserve a "3 strikes your out" chance!  Since we are all human and capable of making mistakes and hurting others, we must keep in mind that forgiveness and reconciliation is our responsibility - as believers in a God who first forgave us!

I am learning that defending my faith often means that I am required to love - even my enemies. Rather than to immediately assume the worst and how it adversely affects me, might I instead consider how to be victorious and overcome with His love and mercy?

I must add that allowing abuse is quite a different category, though He enables us by His strength alone to forgive.  It is hard to love those who harm us.  "Love" does not mean to give in to the wishes of those who choose to hurt us, but it does mean we become victors over their wrongful intentions or actions.  We learn to set ourselves free by walking away from their grips and forgiving them as Jesus has forgiven us.   We choose to allow the strength of our conqueror to overwhelmingly triumph in us!  We do not have to give in to bitterness, mistrust and anger, becoming a needy victim.  Instead we let His wings carry us far above the wrongs done us and become better, trusting in His abilities to carry us to freedom.  It is a powerful testimony of our faith when we let Him be our defender.  

(Kim Bollinger) Mon, 29 Jun 2015 02:25:56 GMT
My strength and song... Doing some contemplating today.  Praying about some big decisions.  We have a couple of offers on our house that has recently been on the market.  It is a good problem - and I am thankful to have to decide which offer to take!  We have decisions about where to live and when to move.  Our daughter is still in a lot of pain and there are decisions to make about medical strategies for her as well as decisions for her future.

Transition is both exciting and scary!  And so I lift up my eyes unto the hills and find yet again that my help comes from the Lord.  There are many encouragements and much wise advise, but only God can offer what we need as it relates to direction and peace.  

For anyone who does not know the Jesus I refer to here, please seriously consider Him as you search for answers to the good, bad and in-betweens of life.  At this uncertain and changing season, I cannot imagine what I would do without the Source of my hope and strength.  It is God and the work of the cross that sustains me and upholds my heart.  He is my song.  


(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 23 Jun 2015 17:50:49 GMT
Bessie Boo Birthday Blog! BethanyBethany

Our Bessie Boo is 32 - June 21st!  It is hard to believe all those years have flown by!  She is a young lady who loves life and all it has to offer...quite a social butterfly and doesn't know a stranger!  Even when she was a just little one, it was not unusual to find her on any stranger's lap if I wasn't watching very closely!  She is a people person with a beautiful smile that simply attracts even those who do not know her!

Bessie BallerinaBessie Ballerina Bethany loves to sing.  She has delighted us with music since she was big enough to make sounds!  From her early years in elementary school she was in talent shows where her favorite music was the songs from Disney movies.  She insisted on costumes, wigs and the works!!  And so it was - and remains - the song bird keeps on singing!  She more recently won first prize in a YMCA talent competition a few years ago, and has aspirations of singing more in church and perhaps even recording one day. 

Bethany singing at a talent showBethany singing at a talent show Bethany has been going through some especially tough physical difficulties these last three years.  She has had some chronic pain that doctors cannot find the reason for.  It has been a day by day battle for her, and as if that weren't enough, she broke her ankle about 6 months ago.  She certainly did not plan on this glitch as we had been working on the pursuit of a job and independent living.  However, she is a good sport and we are praying with her for a miracle or remedy soon.  We may be taking a trip to Mao Clinic soon to get a new evaluation.  We appreciate prayers for her always!

Bessie & Bella & AngelBessie & Bella & Angel In the meantime, her little furry friends, Bella and Angel keep her comforted and she just keeps smiling in spite of the challenges!  

This birthday girl will celebrate regardless, but we look forward to the next season when she can be back on her feet again!  Happy birthday, Bethany!  May there be many more well ones for you in the years ahead!  Here's to a girl with big dreams and an even bigger God who specializes in just those things!  


(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 21 Jun 2015 06:17:27 GMT
Potosi, That's Where I'm From! - Coming to Potosi next weekend! One week from today, Friday, June 19, I will be in POTOSI!!  So looking forward to bringing my new book, "Potosi, That's Where I'm From" for a signing at the Washington County Library!!  Hope to see a few familiar faces! 

I will also be at the Moses Austin Heritage Festival on Saturday, June 20 - all day.  Apparently there will be a venue a few doors up from the courthouse for artists.  That's where I will have books and framed photography.

Color copies will be 32.00.  Black & White copies will be 10.00.  

Photography will include many Potosi sights, homes and scenes from around the community - and also some St. Louis shots!

See ya there!  


(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 12 Jun 2015 04:38:21 GMT
Abi: A birthday blog AbiAbi Sweet Abi.  30 years on this earth (June 11) and she just seems to grow more beautiful - inside and out.  She is a servant.  A giver.  Loving much - complaining little.  I know few who seem to be as steady about life's ups and downs, though she has experienced plenty of those extremes.  Her heart remains large and open.  Her smile is genuine and her life reflects patience, compassion and faithfulness that anyone who knows her can only admire.

The youngest of 3, Abi was always the easy-going-happy-go-lucky little girl.  With a hearty curiosity and interest in just about anything!  She had a machine gun chuckle that matched her spontaneous and soaring spirit.  

A common story we tell about her is something that happened when she was only about 4 years old.  We lived in a farm house on a couple of acres in Fenton where our backyard had an old swing that sat under the shade of lots of climbing trees.  

One day as I was watching Abi swing from the kitchen window, I saw her swaying back and forth as she lay on her tummy in the swing.  She was singing to herself and enjoying things that I am sure only her imagination could come up with.  While in mid-flight, she adjusted herself slightly and fell forward - face down - on the dusty ground.  

I ran to the door, but before I could even get outside, she met me with a very tear-stained, dirty face!  As I picked her up, she said in her unique little "New Joisey" accent, "Mommie, I was twying to fwy wike a boidie and fell down and hoit my wittle face."  After I cleaned her up, we both had a "wittle waugh" and she went "wunning" back outside to swing!


Now she is mommie to her own one-year old busy buster boy!  That same lovable personality has cradled and comforted this little guy as he has begun tumbling and toddling into his own life's stories.  Abi's middle name is Joy, and surely, that is what you see on her face as she looks at this little one's curious cherub expressions!  She came into the world with a giggle and continues to pass it on!   Abi & AsaAbi & Asa













AsaAsa Abi is a testimony of what it means to "pass it on".  Perhaps quiet-spoken, yet very vocal in action - words are not so necessary for this person who loves bigger than her words.  It is my guess that the same little face who is now receiving her kindnesses will one day sing her praises!

Here is a Happy 30th Birthday offering for a dear daughter.  May there be many more joy-filled years ahead for you.  May God's favor abound even beyond your desires to acknowledge and love Him and your family and friends.  May you be strengthened with His encouragements, confidence and continued love to accomplish all that He challenges you in.  May this special day and many more be filled with princess moments and the kind of blessings that you so long for and generously give to others!  

I wish for you good health, good relationships and constant joy as you continue to grow more beautiful in Him! Abi, Asa & SassyAbi, Asa & Sassy










(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 11 Jun 2015 04:40:12 GMT
The clock is ticking. Glenn, my sister's husbandGlenn, my sister's husband


There are not enough hours left in my life - and too much to lose - to question whether or not I should believe in God!  Eternity is something we must make one of two choices about - accept God's eternal plan or reject it.  

Either choice will cost everything - one will bring forever joy and the other a forever lake of fire.  

I will not sit on the fence or be a pew warmer in these very crucial days.  Life is but a breath.  

The clock is ticking.

"...choose for yourselves today whom you will serve: for me and my house, we will serve the Lord."  Joshua 24:15

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 10 Jun 2015 03:01:42 GMT
Crazy love! Kim & AsaKim & Asa

It happens all the time

This crazy love of mine

Wrapped around my heart

Refusing to unwind

Oooo,  Oooo,  Crazy love!

(Kim Bollinger) Wed, 10 Jun 2015 02:28:50 GMT
Just ask...


Without the Spirit, the new Testament is merely a collection of goals.  It is otherwise unattainable.  We come full circle to Ezekiel, "And I will put my Spirit within you, and cause you to walk in my statues and be careful to obey my rules."  

Just as faith without works is dead, works without the Spirit are at best, a struggle.  It is literally the life and power of God flowing through earthen vessels!

"Now when the apostles in Jerusalem heard that Samaria had received the word of God, they sent them Peter and John, who came down and prayed for them that they might receive the Holy Spirit.  Then they began laying their hands on them, and they were receiving the Holy Spirit." Acts 8:14, 15

Just ask!

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 09 Jun 2015 15:20:56 GMT
All nature sings, and round me rings...


A very wonderful old hymn, "This is my Father's World" says it beautifully, "All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres."

Many say they need proof to believe in a God they cannot see.  I can only stand amazed while I watch the very mouth that speaks doubt move and operate meticulously and miraculously.  

All of nature beautifully proclaims its Creator to the extent that we are without excuse.  Denying it refuse our very breath and heartbeat!

"...because that which is known about God is evident within them; for God made it evident to them.  For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made, so that they are without excuse."  Romans 1:19, 20.

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 09 Jun 2015 15:07:00 GMT
Red, White and Glue

Just thought I'd splash a little red, white and blue on the palette today as I am thinking of our nation.  I almost daily feel an urge to pray for the country that I have lived in and loved.  It seems it has become very needy and very far from the God who has so blessed it.  So many parts are out of joint.  So much disfunction, injustice, heartache and hurt.  It is as if it has become "un-glued".  Life this side of eternity will always have pain - and it will always have injustice.  However, I believe when a country is not bowed to it's Maker, it loses the very sinew and ligaments that hold it together.

We are at risk of losing that which we have worked and fought for in this hour.  As a country, we have squandered finances and owe beyond what we could ever repay.  Generally, we have not upheld God's righteous ways and listened to His quiet voice.  We have not allowed Him control, nor paid attention to His standards of love and righteousness both in our personal lives and in our government, work places and educational systems.

I believe there is hope - contingent upon our willingness to bow our knees once again to God, the One who has blessed the men and women who's hearts were poised to serve Him when this nation began.

Like America, our humanity often takes us far from the one who both created and offers us that great hope.  Like America, it is easy for us to gravitate to the things that feed our flesh and desires.  Like America, we find ourselves straying from our first Love and Provider because we are subject to greed and earthly gain.

I say that to say this:  Like America, we can choose to turn back to obedience to our gracious and loving Father who simply wants our heart and trust.  He has promised firstly to forgive, and secondly to help in the time of need, if we simply surrender!  We do not need to fear for our tomorrow when we allow Him control of our lives.  When we decide that it is God who will be our guide, and allow Jesus (who paid the ultimate price for us) to be in control, then the things of earth will grow strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace!

May we give Him charge and allow Him to "glue" this nation back together - one willing heart at a time. 

"If My people who are called by My name humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, will forgive their sin and will heal their land."  2 Chronicles 7:14

(Kim Bollinger) Tue, 09 Jun 2015 14:11:00 GMT
Classics Some things in our lives remain in special masterpiece categories that time simply cannot erase or change!  Great friendships, loved ones, important moments, music, art, and experiences are a few things we all cherish as classics in our lives.  They seem to happen most often when shared with others.

This car is owned by an old friend, Billy Joe, who drove it when we were in High School!  I, and so many others had the pleasure of being in that car on occasion and had such fun in it then.  Recently at a class reunion, Billy drove up in his Chevy - still in pristine condition!  It was one of the many hits of the evening, becoming the photo op for group shots.  It carries with it many a good memory and continues to smile in its old, but youthful age! 

I love the classics of life.  They are the things we savor and tell stories about for the rest of our days.  I like to think of today as an opportunity for a classic.  Perhaps a new friendship or a place we visit?  Maybe a conversation, sharing hopes and dreams, talking about yesterday, planning for tomorrow?

And if you don't seem to be successful creating one, then how about remembering those sweet people and places of your life that have gone down in history for you?  Maybe give one of those friends or family a call?  Maybe re-visit a place that brought you inspiration or encouragement?  Let yesterday's  classics motivate and invite you to walk through yet new doors of inspiration and courage today!

(Kim Bollinger) Sun, 07 Jun 2015 19:00:00 GMT
Good news. "Now to Him who is able to keep you from stumbling, and to make you stand in the presence of His glory blameless with great joy, to the only God our Savior, through Jesus Christ our Lord, be glory, majesty, dominion and authority, before all time and now and forever. Amen."

These promises are so wonderful!  He is ABLE to keep us from stumbling!  He is ABLE to make us stand BLAMELESS in His presence.  I say this often, but I want to say it again:  There is no sin bigger than His ability to forgive it!!

Jesus pad the ultimate price that "bought" our forgiveness - both of sins past and sins present.  Our job?  To ask Him to forgive!  He promises that He is ABLE and WILL indeed forgive - no matter how big the sin.  Then seek to obey and live according to His instructions - in righteousness.  

How can that be anything but good news?  

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 05 Jun 2015 21:11:20 GMT
Familiar faces in Potosi Someone had mentioned this guy in the photo on Facebook recently.  Just found this picture and had to chuckle!  It was taken in 1962 apparently.  Not even sure when they took him down or where he went!  Maybe someone knows the answer???

At any rate, good ole' Potosi just keeps coming up with things that make history!  

Come on down to the annual Moses Austin Heritage Festival the weekend of June 20th.  Plenty to learn and plenty to keep you entertained!  

The new book, "Potosi, That's Where I'm From" will be there, offered at a discount price, as will framed photography of the pictures in the book.  I'll be at the library on Friday, June 19th and downtown at a venue near the courthouse on Saturday, June 20th.

Hope to see some familiar faces that weekend! 

(Kim Bollinger) Fri, 05 Jun 2015 02:59:12 GMT
Potosi memories ready on Amazon and coming to town! Some of you will recognize some of these roustabouts!  Oh what fun!  Yet another testament of a fully rounded Potosi!  There are lots of these kind of photos, old and new in my new book, "Potosi, That's Where I Grew Up!"  It is available on Amazon now.  

There are two versions of a fully color is coffee table size and one is standard shelf size.  These are selling through Amazon for 52.00.  A bit steep in my opinion, though worth the memories and dozens of photos included.  You can get them at a very good discount!  (keep reading!)

I will be in Potosi on June 19 and 20 to do a book signing/sell at the library on Friday, and a framed photo and book sale on Saturday at the Moses Austin Heritage Festival (new art venue opening for the occasion just a couple doors down from the old Lawson building near courthouse square.)  The color books when I am there will be 32.00 - a 20.00 savings!  

There are also two versions of the black and white edition, which are only 15.00 through Amazon and I will have them for 10.00.

Hope to see you then and share some compiled favorite Potosi memories!

(Kim Bollinger) Thu, 04 Jun 2015 17:55:14 GMT
This Is My Father's World This Is My Father's World  

(Text:  Maltbie D. Babcock, Music:  Franklin L. Sheppard)


This is my Father's world, and to my listening ears

All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.

This is my Father's world; I rest me in the thought

Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas - His hand the wonders wrought.


This is my Father's world, the birds their carols raise,

The morning light, the lily white, declare their maker's praise.

This is my Father's world; He shines in all that's fair;

In the rustling grass I hear Him pass, He speaks to me everywhere.


This is my Father's world, O let me ne'er forget

That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the Ruler yet.

This is my Father's world; The battle is not done;

Jesus who died shall be satisfied, and earth and heaven be one.

(Kim Bollinger)