LULABYE DAYS ON THE PORCH (TALE)

As I sit on my PORCH this morning, looking inquisitively to the heavens, I wonder how God can see all of us at the same time. Isn't it a true blessing when you can slow down and relax?  We have a couple of summer months left, so there is still some time to have fun, time to reflect on God's goodness, a time to share the Love of Christ with one another, a time to think of ways to gather the harvest before winter.  When I look in the mirror at myself, I see the glow of God on my face,  I thank Him for the simple life and life more abundantly.

I'm always reminded of His Word that says:  Those who pursue righteousness and love, will be blessed with Life, Prosperity and Honor.  I stand on God's word daily. I have come to realize that He has MADE me to love Him, to worship Him and to Praise Him forever. 

This is not a forced MADE, but a sincere desire to want to Love Him.  I'm consumed, by choice, for me, its just know other way to live.  Unfortunately, I'm one of the few who feel this way, buts its OK, I'm confident that the Lord is pleased, and that there's know struggle within my soul of knowing who I belong to.

To complete my lulabye thoughts on the PORCH, all I can say is;  "I'M THANKFUL, I'M GRATEFUL for the life He has given me for today.

PORCHES ON MY MIND "TALE"

A "PORCH TALE FROM (CHJ) 7/2010

I am the 3rd child of 5 but back in the days, when I was 8, there was only 4 of us and my single mother. My mother was getting dressed for church and I had decided to go outside to play. Our porch was the holding place for us kids til my Mom was ready to go.  I asked my mom if I could go over my friend Melissa's house but she said I couldn't and don't leave the porch because we were leaving soon. Being the rebellious child that I was, I decided to leave the porch anyway. The thing was, my friend didn't exactly live next door to me, she didn't even live down the street. Melissa lived almost 30 minutes from the house (if you're walking). I went over her house as if nothing was wrong with that. We played in her backyard with a sick bird then took it in her house to show her mother.

I remember her father had pealed potatoes and was eating them raw. I told him that I had never eaten a raw potato before then he gave me a slice. I had bitten into it but didn't like it. I stayed a little longer and was probably there for about 30 minutes when I decided to leave. Melissa's mom let her walk me half way home and I walked the rest of the way. As I was approaching my back porch, my mom was just leaving out the door. She never knew I had left the PORCH. She just turned to me and my other siblings and said "Let's go".
On our way to church, I thought about Melissa and the sick bird. Then I thought about the potato Melissa's dad had given me and how bad it tasted on my tongue. I also thought about how long that walk was from Melissa's house. Lastly, I thought about what would've happened if my mom would've found out that I had left our back porch when she told me not to leave. I never once thought about what could  have happened to me while I was returning home, just think, my mom never knew I was gone. I guess that porch just made me a bit daring that day. 

what does PORCHES mean to you

PORCHES ON MY MIND, is a metaphor of that place in time that you can remember quite vividly. It could be a turning place of your life. It could be a place that served as an outlet for serious issues that occurred in that moment.


PORCHES represents a holding place to express your love, your sadness, your joy, your visitation with friends and family.

PORCHES is the place where whispers are spoken, secrets and promises shared. Where plans and disappointment was made.

PORCHES is where you find romance and passion finds you. A place where you can swing and dose under the sunset or the midnight moon.

Whatever “PORCHES’ mean to you, tell your story, bless someone who didn’t know or had the opportunity to have a “PORCH“ experience.

PORCHES ON MY MIND (MY PORCH TALE)

EH’s Porch Experience:

My PORCH experience was a nuisance, the porch was so shaky that if too many got on it, surely it was ready to fall right to the ground in seconds, the guys would love to jump up and down on it in a rhythm like fashion, the creaking and tight whining noise was their background to doo whop songs, plus they got a kick out of scaring the girls into a frenzy. On extremely hot days one of the girls had the nerve to get an old fashion fan and plug it up to the nearest outlet, she would place it in an old beat up greasy car, and sneakily watched everything we did and then ran and told it.

We decided to stop gathering on the porch and everybody met and hung out at the cemetery, there we could do our thing without the PORCH snoop, till one day, I was using the bathroom back there by the graves and I saw someone standing there by me, I was scared and ran, and so I didn’t go to the cemetery anymore. The scary part about it was nobody saw him but me, so I made peace with my PORCH and vowed to my friends that that’s where you would find me.

By the way, snoop got her behind kicked, so I didn't have to worry about her tell-tail anymore, I always was known to take care of my business, who knows, that could have been snoop back there dressed like a man…..

PORCHES ON MY MIND

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