My Backporch

Do people actually sit on porches today???  Not as much as they did when I was little...
Front porches were a very important part of growing up in a mining camp...Neighbors would gather at one's house, drink sweet tea, help hose down the porch and tend to each others children as we would see who could fly faster down the hill with no hands on the bike...
But, the backporch...now that was strictly family...
And from our backporch you could see woods, woods and more woods...
As the sun began to set...well, you could even see things that you didn't see before in them woods...
And sometimes you were too scared to move...
Well, the other day...I really had an experience on our backporch now...Still woods behind the house...but, it was early morning...the dew was still on the ground, the birds singing, the squirrels chirping and jumping from one tree to the other...and oh!!! the beautiful colors...and I could see really far into the woods...beautiful things...I even saw flowers at the foot of an ole' tree that appeared to be dead and hollow...then I saw green springing up...yes in the fall of the year...
Then I began to think about our lives and how we may appear to others...Well, I want to be real...just like the woods...come alive in the day and stay the same at night...
I had to step out of my on wooded life and take a good look at me...
I was amazed to see the beauty that God has put into my life...
"Joy Cometh in the Morning...for a child of God...just like it did for the woods at dawn..."
Now, you see why I love my backporch...it is my closet with God...

PamzSpamz

May you find light where you are...