Front Porch Prayers
A time to weep, a time to laugh
Ecclesiastes 3:4
“A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;”
Porch Praise As we sit on the front porch in the evening, twilight rests on the freshly mown lawn and my heart skips a beat as I look at the blue-blue eyes who’ve kept me mesmerized for such a long while. He is healing and my heart is racing, waiting for the time when his hand touches mine. The moment is a hesitation between yesterday and this moment. My feelings take me away to the days before I was 60. Before he was 61. Before the word cancer was defined by our heart’s ache. This is just one more evening and we take in the hummingbird’s quivering form, the rooster and hen clucking in the bushes, the little dog we both love relaxing on the welcome mat, the long haired cat who thinks she’s a queen posing on the railing. It’s a picturesque moment. Both vivid and quaint. Charming and graphic. Detailed and simple. The days leading up to this one weren’t always moments to relish, Some days were full of angst, worries, fears, silent tortures to the spirit. My last year in the presence of this man I love has been full of dark dread and fright that has kept me praying more than I might have otherwise. It is prayer – not only mine, but an entire community, an entire world of Christians full of hope, full of faith, full of the grace that makes this life feel so amazing. These prayers have reached the ears of One who can change any outcome. And, He is worthy, So very worthy of the praise I’m repeating over and over as I remember only God could have changed this out come so that I’m looking into those blue-blue eyes with thankfulness, with gratitude, with praise for the One who will undoubtedly always amaze! Just a few weeks ago we – meaning me and his brother, his sister, his mother and daughter, my mom and all the church goers we’ve known… we were all full of apprehension. He was at a crossroads in this cancer story. He was losing. It felt like he was losing. His heart was still beating but he wasn’t eating. He wasn’t drinking, not even a little. And, he was weak as weak can be. But we were still praying. And we still kept the faith. In spite of this distress. This fear that can take the place of praise somedays. After a brief stay in the hospital and an MRI which showed his cancer (brain cancer) was shrinking, we were overjoyed, rejoicing, praising the only One who could have carried out such an accomplishment. Oh, my, we were so amazed and oh, my, how we praised! And, still praise. This night, on the front porch, a month after the hospital stay, my blue eyed husband is growing stronger, more alive, more himself. Day by day, with me by his side, watching in amazement, he changes from the weakest point to the strong of one who is healing. He is definitely healing, And, I cry out to God… with a voice full of praise. I cry out to God…. My thanks! Oh, dear Jesus, I’m so grateful. What could have been a dark that only my heart and soul could have understood, has been turned to a delight that my entire spirit writes with each word of this story… the words…. Thank You, Jesus! I’m praising eternally and embracing this love, this grace, the sweet peace that You’ve sent. As we sit on the front porch, thinking of this past year and all its ups and downs, ins and outs, fears and tears, we remember and we receive the joy and hope and love that only the sweetest Savior could have sent down from above. Oh, how thankful I am. How very thankful to say, my precious husband is healing and this cancer is going away! Praise Jesus! Oh, my, praise Jesus!!! Forever and ever, praising. But, oh friend, never stop praying. Keep the faith and keep praying. And, keep praising. He is so amazing.
Front Porch Prayers As the twilight slips in, Quiet as a melody Thick as one’s past sin A satiny soothing comes, pleasant And wise as the ebony of night Oh, precious joy, such a beautiful sight The melody of laughter, grace Rising from the stars, Coloring the wind in an embrace, Stories warm and gentle Like prayers, more than sentimental As the night rises, unjudgmental As the colors of life restore The peace of sundown Reflecting the brilliance of a moon who is making a face like a clown but memories, blessings in dew tempt me to see the sea’s blue the feelings of a love long gone the beautiful in the pine, trees waiting for the rise of dawn when the brisk feel of light senses what God made right with His cross, where love did fight As the prayers turn to praise And the flow of love stirs awake A fire that His grace will amaze It’s love that tells us what to say When prayers erase the long day And the night falls into soft gray Front porch moments grow warm Telling the heart, life’s too short though the memories are worn We know what it is to love With love that ends each prayer With faith that says God does care He cares for the heart who is afraid He cares for the ones He once made The hearts and souls, who sit and pray On a front porch, where they can say All the words that tell God the story How they love, throughout time, giving glory… Glory to God, who is our hope He is the wind on the porch, The reason that I know how to cope Without Him, I don’t know With Him, the answers grow From the light He shines, the gentle flow A flow of love that never dies As the stars ignite the skies And the front porch comes alive With joy that says we can survive Love is with us, through it all Even when we feel like we might fall
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