"...I trusted in the Almighty… I knew I could only be killed once,
and I had to die sometime."
-Anne Bailey, 1823

Tuesday, September 28


Our thoughts this dark and cool morn lean heavily toward dear friends. The days most recently passed were filled with the warmth and laughter of many friends near and dear; those whom we see oft, and those whom we only cross paths with but few times a year.

Yet, we found it was those friends whom we did not see who were most oft upon our mind. One wonders what makes another man or woman a friend? Is it a similar spirit, common interests, or perhaps that each carries a spark from the same flame? These answers are far beyond this simple woman's understanding, yet surely there is an answer. For there are times when one merely crosses paths with another but briefly and suddenly a new friend for life is made. Yet, with others one sees time and again there is no connection.

Further, there are those who may not know the depth and breadth of feeling they have wrought upon the hearts of others. Travelers of this earth, believing themselves alone, who carry with them the love, concern and prayers of many. Perhaps not knowing, until burdens become too heavy to carry alone, there are those nearby who are ready to take up the load, to lend a hand, to offer comfort, and strength. We can only pray those friends in need know there are many who wish them well.