For those who were not able to read due to the color malfunction I deleted yesterday's post and did it over hopefully it will work this time. Thank you all for letting me know, I'm still reading and trying to learn the ropes.
BUMPS
By; Lillian Carol Russell
Life isn't always easy there are changes along the way,
Some of the good times you leave behind to be lost with yesterday.
The clock of life keeps ticking, changing all the while,
Some days you greet with tears, others you greet with a smile.
If I place my heart in a box to protect it from hurt and harm,
It will grow cold and die for a heart must be kept warm,
The bumps in life are painful but I guess it should be know,
Although they are rough we use them to climb they teach us we must hold on.
These are pictures of the Tangipahoa River near where I grew up in Roseland Louisiana, a few miles from my home. Great for fishing swimming, canoeing tubing, camping, a real sportsman's paradise. Spring rains often made the river reach the top of the bridge and sometimes went over the bridge . When we were kids we hoped the bridges would wash out so we would not have school. What foolish children we were.
Growing up in Louisiana near the Tangipahoa River, I watched the spring floods change it's course of flow many times. It would rain for days, the waters would rise up out of its banks and the raging torrential flow would cut a new channel. When every thing settled down we marveled at the change, but soon adapted to it. so it is in life.
My old home place, daddy & all his siblings except Uncle R. C. who had died young of a heart attack. Left to right, Nannie, Tincie, Bessie, (my daddy; D.C.), Susie, Virgie, (L.W. "Bill"), Johnnie, Addie Bell, Mary Dee, James Kennon. The only one still on this side of glory is aunt Bell. (Children of Iley Winston & Dinky Dee Strickland McDaniel)
As children we have no clue as to the many changes that we will go through. We think our parents will always be there to protect us, but by and by they grow old. Shocker; we grow old too; didn't see that coming when I was a kid. I thought old people were another race, then it started to dawn on me the road I was headed down. After a certain age though you don't mind and somewhere along the way I stopped counting new wrinkles, well it reaches a point where you just can't count that high. My grandpa Iley McDaniel always said “A little powder & a little paint will make a gal look like something what she ain't.” Well I go light on that now days because there is no sense drawing a lot of attention to a dead Christmas tree.
Life is grand, my husband and I are retired and loving it but tired should be the main emphasis in the word retired because we both find that the things we wanted to do when our kids were grown and we were on our own we either hurt too bad are we are too tired to do. It is all part of that new channel the river of life has cut out for us during one of those floods of change. There have been so many, some good, bringing joy beyond our wildest dreams. Some filled with heartache and bitter tears and had we not had each other to lean on and God to see us through, I don't know how we would have made it. Always looking back through the hardest and most bitter trials I see that on the other side of the rain there always was a rainbow. My Savior has never let me down and my faith in Him has grown so deep that I have found the need to praise Him even when I weep.
