I had to be about yea high when I tottled out onto that side porch of the old rickety house on Jane Lane.
Obviously under no supervision from my mom, out the door I went on Jane Lane.
Before I knew it into the thorned rose bush I went on Jane Lane. Here I had first encounter of Pain.
However, what I can’t recall are the tears I shed on that day on Jane Lane but I’m sure that I did.
I can’t even recall the cuddling of enduring arms from my mother on Jane Lane.
But, Oh the Pain I can recall! In all of my many years of living I must ask, “Is this the tormented Life I am destined to live?”
Just think the GOOD LORD wore his Crown of Thorns as he bared his own Cross.
This must explain the pain I experienced on Jane Lane. My early experience of being shown that through time I must bare my own Cross.
We all must experience thorns throughout our Lives but, we must have faith enough to know we will survive. For with GOD we will rise time and time again.
The Rose Bush On Jane Lane, now I understand. There should be no Pain or Shame it all started and should have been left behind on Jane Lane.
