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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.

Monday, December 7, 2009

"A Working Man's Christmas"

Present's won't be placed, underneath our family tree,
cause the government stole my income, all away from me.
Seems they've raised my taxes, even without my consent,
just to splurge for fancy dinners, for our new president.

Our family will have to learn, how to get along with less,
cause the bills have each come due and no works to be had.
It seems my days of plenty, has gone the way of the dust,
just like my hard earned savings, and that rusty old truck.

Charties call my house, wanting more in their donations,
as I mumble in responce, I could use a long staycation.
I show up on my job, hoping works gonna come my way,
and stand around for hours, making thirty hours pay.

This year there ain't no Santa, dressed in his fancy suit,
no room to park his sleigh, just to ruin my brand new roof.
I still owe Santa money, for toys he left here years ago,
interest on my credit cards, soared where, nobody knows?

So Santa stay away, cause all you ever want is monies,
kids don't need more stuff around here, to fight over in the evenings.
Mom and me decide, it was time to make some changes,
bring back a Christmas story, about a babe within a manger.

Present's won't be needed, beneath our Christmas tree,
instead you'll find our Bible and a tiny manger scene.
We'll gather all our kid's around and read the greatest story,
of how the Father's shown his love, by sending earth His glory!

Written By: Barbara A. Carlan 11/26/2009

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