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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.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

"My Best Friend"

When just a kid, a child of eight,
an older sister, best friend I'd make.
I hoped to grow, and be the same,
to have her hair and bear her fame.
If by chance, she bore new shoes,
I'd beg in hopes, to have them too.
It seems she always, had the best,
and I was there to glean what's left.
Then in teens, not much had change,
except that she, got more new things.
I heard my dad say, she's the best,
while I wonder why, I'm such a mess.
Then in the years, when children came,
I still wanted to do, and be the same.
Dreams of hers, just seem to happen,
I tried my best, to make mine like them.
Advanced in age, not much has changed,
she lives her hopes, and steals my dreams.
She walks in worlds, I'd hoped to see,
while I stand in place, to watch her glee.
Of late I'm thinking, Lord what's the use,
to be like her, is a strangled noose.
The friend I need, is one who's favor,
is fair and just, prone none to waver.
That friend of youth can be no more,
time for less of me, and no keeping score.
So when in my mirror, I should look to see,
much more of Jesus, and much less of me!

Written By: Barbara A. Carlan 12/6/2009

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