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Front Porch Settin’

September 8, 2012

Do you remember the last time you set on your front porch and watched the sun come up, or the sun go down? How about while you shelled some beans, or even read a book? Whiling away an afternoon, praying as your cares just drifted away on the breeze of the day. Sometimes settin’ on the porch was an invitation to your neighbors to come set a spell. They would walk up, you would say, ‘set down and take a load off.’ They might would, but they might just lean against your railing. What they did was sometimes a clue as to your relationship with your neighbors. If they sat, they were good friends, if they leaned they weren’t quite good friends, but they were neighborly. If they just stood at the rail, still in the yard, they either wanted something or wanted to say something to you (not always nice). Then there were those that would set on the steps leading up to the porch. They were usually in need of a hug, a good ‘listener’, or just an encouraging word.

Front porch chairs didn’t have to match, even an old crate would do. They had to be facing the road, never turned toward another. You had to be able to see who was going by, or see who was coming up. It was a social event, never to be taken lightly. Front porch settin’ was an art form. It was pure, it was beautiful. It was about life. Lessons were learned on the porch, decision were made on the porch, you could even expect a proposal on the porch once in a while, especially if there were a swing involved. LIFE happened on those porches and in those chairs.

One of my strongest memories is of a front porch settin’. I was at my Aunt Peggy’s. She was babysitting me and I wanted to go home really bad. I wasn’t one much for spending the night away from my parents. Guess I was a baby about things like that. It had been one night already and it was morning. I asked Aunt Peggy, for the umpteenth time when Mom and Daddy were coming to get me. I guess she had heard it enough by that time of morning so she told me I could just set on the porch and wait for them if I wanted to. I went to the steps of the front porch (see explanation above about what that meant) and sat down. I was ‘willing’ them to come driving up, but nope. It had been about 2 hours I reckon and I was hot, thirsty and so lonely. I didn’t understand at the time that Aunt Peggy was just waiting for me to give up on waiting. Well, I didn’t. Soon enough though she came outside and sat with me. She didn’t say much, she just put her arm around and hugged me close. The only words she said were ‘sometimes when you are lonely feeling, God is trying to get you to think about Him and how much He loves you.’ I have never forgotten that. She impacted my life at that moment, on that Front Porch, in a way that I will never forget. No, my parents didn’t come right away, and yes, I sat there for a long time pining away for them, but the next time I was lonely, I thought about God, and how much He loves me.

That’s what front porch settin’s are for. So, if you have a front porch, turn those chairs toward the road, ask your neighbors to set a spell, or take a load off. Give wisdom to those in need, and remember, a front porch is where life happens.

Lorrie Kennedy Photography - Front Porch

Lorrie Kennedy Photography – Front Porch

There are times that our intentions just do not come to fruition. No matter what we intended, it just doesn’t happen, and what does happen is no where near what we intended.  Today was one of those times.  Let me share:

It was lunch time and I wanted to open a can of chicken breast for a quick lunch.  I had intentions of putting it on a salad.  I love salad, but this chicken would make it so much better.  I only knew that because Johnny had opened a can of it yesterday and it was soooo good!  It was healthy and it was right there and so easy to fix.  I hadn’t planned out my lunch for today, and for me, that can sometimes be a REALLY bad thing.  If I don’t plan I usually mess up a little bit trying to find something quickly and not worrying about the healthiness of it.  Well, this was healthy and I was so happy that it was going to be so easy to fix.

So, I grab my can opener, my spectacular ‘One Touch‘ can opener.  I have had this thing for 5 years, and I love it!  Opening cans is so easy with it.  It has never failed me.  It cuts right through the cans like a razor should.  Also, it is much easier on my hands (arthritis hurts now and then).  Anyways…on with the story…I put this thing on the can and it starts to cut…then it hesitates…then it stops.  Ok…I am thinking that the batteries have died, they do that now and then.  I have to replace the batteries because once this can opener has a grip on the can it won’t let go until it is through with the whole can opening thing.  So, I finagle the battery change, and…it still doesn’t work…what…still won’t work?  Hmmmmm, so I try to gently pry the can opener off of the chicken can.  It won’t budge.  In the attempt to get it off I turn it over trying to see the blade and how it is attached, and what happens…the water (white chicken in water) runs out all over my arms and blouse.  Well, can you just imagine how that made me feel?  Yep, I bet you can! :)

Now I am determined to get this thing off of my can of chicken.  It has become a major thing for me to accomplish now.  I decide to take the can opener apart to get it off.  I take out the 3 screws I see, nothing, then I find 4 more, take them out…still nothing!  It is still attached and not budging!  I finally get a butcher knife and try to bend the blades on the can opener…nope…but I managed to break the tip off of my butcher knife.  By now I am ready to SCREAM!  Finally my frustrations get the best of me…I begin to try to beat the can opener off with the butt end of the butcher knife.  As you can see, it didn’t work either.  I pick it all up about to throw it into the garbage, out of complete frustration of course, but then I realize…there is still chicken in that can!  I turn it over again…going to try to stab my way into it from the bottom.  I get a bigger, badder, butcher knife, take careful aim, and as I bring it down onto the can, the can flips and the butcher knife drives into my counter top.  I scream, I am so mad!

At this point I am about to pick it up and sling it outside (preferably through the window).  But, in the heat of my anger I remember who I am now and that the ‘old man’ has passed away and that the ‘old me’ was buried alive in baptism and that I have the holy ghost living inside of me and that I am the temple of the Holy Ghost and that makes me a NEW CREATURE IN CHRIST.  Amazing how God’s still small voice can be heard when we are use to talking with Him and we know His voice.  So, I lay it all down, say a quick prayer of forgiveness for the thoughts that I was thinking about that can opener, and I walk away.

Johnny can fix it when he gets home and we can have canned chicken on a salad tonight.