Monday, August 23, 2010
Come on over and join me on the front porch for our Monday visit!
It is getting late. I almost need to turn on the porch light so we can see. For the past several days, all my shades have been closed and the blinds have been drawn. I have been sick in bed. My children have been running the house and taking care of me. I got up for a short time yesterday, but then really started feeling better this morning. I wasn't sure how long it would last. We did a few errands (Matthew - 17) did the driving. On our way home from an appointment, I was watching out my window, looking at all the houses. I saw this one small white house with a front porch. It looked like an old farmhouse. It reminded me of my southern Grandmother's home. I imagined someone cooking in the kitchen, preparing for the family to come home. . . But the house was empty and forlorn. . . There were overgrown weeds in the yard. . . The windows were bare. There was no life stirring there. It was a house with no Mama.
I went home. All the children scattered. I looked around my house and wanted nothing more than to take it back. It had been out of my care for many days. First, I opened the windows, shades and curtains. Then I washed my counters so *I* knew they were sanitary. I organized and polished. I planned to work for just a little bit, until I got tired. But for some reason, I didn't get tired. I listened to the old country gospel music, just like my southern Father always did. I was comforted and blessed by the words in each song. Peace had come into my heart.
I was able to make a nice supper. I set the table and laid everything out on the table before calling the children in. "Supper is ready!" I told them. They eagerly came to the table to enjoy a precious time they had missed out on for almost a week!
Everything is okay. We no longer have a house with no Mama.
Old Fashioned Memories - Remembering Suppertime.
Precious Gospel Music - A Front Porch Visit.
It is Evening Time for Mother!
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