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Today is June 7, 2015, so much has happened in the years since my last update here. On February 28,2014 I suffered a Heart Attack. Probably one of scariest events of my life but deeply grateful that the Lord has spared me. So because of Him I am here today and able to give Him praise. We are enjoying the warm months of summer here in Georgia as we watch the spring like weather fade. I hope all are enjoying the blessings of our great God!

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"For I know my thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not evil, to give you an expected end. Then shall ye call upon me, and ye shall go and pray unto me, and I will harken unto you. And ye shall seek me and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart." Jeremiah 29:11-13

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Lawrenceville, Georgia, United States
Barbara Carlan is a self taught artist living in the southeast. She was born in Washington D.C., was primarily raised in the panhandle of Florida and traveled all over southeastern United States and parts of Washington state as a child of the military. Barbara from an early age showed a passionate interest in art. She began painting and writing poetry in the late 1980's. Now that her life is free from the responsibilities of parenting and the necessary demands of having a growing family, she's able to pursue her true passions, painting, writing, photography and sewing. Barbara has discovered through art that life with it's complexities can find a sweet fragrance of release through the creative process.

Friday, October 9, 2009

"Tears" A Language

The silent language, of broken hearts,
is soaked in tears, right from the start.
Most often heard, by Heavens throne,
from rooms of darkness, before the dawn.

From anguished sorrow, tears river flow,
to quell each fear, and loose their hold.
The moistened speech, of early morn,
cries for relief, from earths sorrows born.

In Heavens realm, each tear is coddled,
then carefully placed, in crystal bottles.
God has purposed, each tear a treasure,
meant for his keeping, and for his pleasure.

Now in the silence, of days earliest morn,
should tearful waters, chance their flow.
Each tear the contrite heart must speak,
our God above, wipes from each cheek.

No tears are lost, nor goes unnoticed,
and must be used, just as He purposed.
He's chanced the laborious tears of sorrow,
to mend our wounds for Heavens morrow!

Written by: Barbara A. Carlan 10/9/2009

"He's harvest each, for vessels treasured, suplussing flows, for Heavens rivers"

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