
![]() I was 24, and a mother of three when I officially learned one of life’s great lessons. Do not to put raw eggs into your coat pocket. I was new at this “farm girl” thing, but I quickly realized that it was a bad idea as soon as I dropped the fifth egg in and heard that dreaded cracking sound. My husband's yellow rain coat, and two less eggs for the carton. That day I also learned not to leave the lid off the goat feed, especially when rain clouds are on the horizon, and then I learned that I need to shut the barn yard gate just a little faster. There I was trying to pull a stubborn goat out of a garbage can full of wet feed with eggs in my pocket.
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![]() I was 21 when I found out I was expecting my first child, and I was simply amazed. A new life was growing inside of me and I knew that somehow, after nine months, a new little person would arrive just in time for our first wedding anniversary. Surprise! We had thought we would wait a while before starting a family, but we are very happy that things didn't go as planned! ![]() My family moved into a house on Bethune Beach, FL when I was 17. I would often walk along the ocean’s edge for hours at a time, collecting shells while pondering all the big questions in life. My footprints would capture a puddle of water behind me, and reflect all the colors sky. Then the next wave would come and my footprints would be gone, forever. Yet, as long as I kept walking I was always making more footprints. As I walked along I knew I wasn’t really alone. I knew that my Maker, the creator of the heavens and the earth would join me on those walks. He enjoyed those days as much as I did. I wonder if He misses those days too. ![]() Seventh grade. Age Thirteen We had just moved to a new school district, it was supposed to be one of the “better” schools. I had gone to small town schools before this one, but this middle school was frightening. I remember being grabbed and teased by the boys, I remember the tattoo parlor in the girl’s bathroom, with razors and permanent marker. I remember being offered a “good” deal on any kind of drug I’d like to try out, while waiting in the lunch line. There were four pregnant girls in my middle school. And I’d often get lost in the maze of halls and stairways between classes. I guess this is somewhat normal, that was back in the early 1990’s. I'm here thinking of you
On this Tuesday afternoon You took the early morning train I wanted to go with you But there was so much to do Now I'm caught out in the rain Is it raining where you are? How long until you come home? This city is a lonely place without you. Splashing through puddles Cars, bikes and busses rush by My feet are wet, but the summer rain is warm All my thoughts seem muddled Everyone is in their own world This city is a lonely place without you near Waiting for the phone to ring Searching for a song to sing I'm waiting in the station a shelter from the rain I should have gone with you today My to-do list can wait Night falls and I'm still waiting for your train. Is it raining where you are? Did you catch the late night train? This city is a lonely place without you. One more story, one more song, one more page
I hear the whispers in the late night silence I hear the giggles in the cool spring air It's been an hour since we said good night It's been an hour since the kiss and prayer You are the light, I am the glow
Familiar path, familiar trail Familiar train upon the rail Familiar winds to guide the sail Familiar stars, distant and pale. Moonlight comes and moonlight goes It casts a shadow on the rose It leads me to the path I know It dances with the leaves that blow A Shadow passes over me Without, I pause. Within, I weep. As moonlight glows upon my cheek I wipe my tears before I speak. The spring rain comes and then it goes Giving life to April’s rose. The river takes the course it knows To guide the rain for which it flows. I watch the wind upon the trees I watch the moonlight as it flees I feel the air by which I breathe I feel the breeze upon my cheek Morning comes and morning goes Leaving dewdrops on the rose The sun will take the course it knows The leaves they rush to where wind blows. Quiet comes, and quiet goes My words within my heart arose To greet the river as it flows To capture raindrops from the rose Familiar voice, familiar hands Familiar changes to my plans Familiar waves upon the sands Familiar paths through foreign lands Summer comes and summer goes The river freezes, yet it flows Beneath the ice, the wind and snow Beneath the chill that took the rose. I’ve walked this path, before I think Perhaps in summer, maybe spring I came here once to with songs to sing To live, to love, to seek a dream. It seems I’ve walked this road before It seems I’ve walked along this shore I wonder what I came here for I’ve been here once, or twice of more. Familiar voice, familiar hands Familiar changes to my plans Familiar waves upon the sands Familiar paths through foreign lands I’ll find my path, I’ll find my trail I’ll capture wind to guide my sail I’ll watch the stars, distant and pale I’ll write a book to tell the tale. You are the light, I am the glow You are the clouds, I am the snow You are the river’s faithful flow I am the raindrop on the rose. Fall sweet rain upon the rose Come now light and softly glow Come now wind and gently blow Flow my river, rise and flow ~Sarah Janisse Brown |
Still Smiling
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