The porch we are so grateful to have.
I visit with a beautiful woman.
Decades ahead of me in age and wisdom.
All the years I have known her.
9 decades of living.
Unless they have walked the path.
We never know when we may minister to an aching soul.
May we all have grace to listen.
Eyes to see.
Wisdom to seek the needs.
When we die to ourselves.
Keep our focus on the One who is able to see.
We become more like him.
The urgency to live life, on life becomes more important.
I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live,
but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body,
I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.
So grab someone’s hand today.
Look into their eyes.
Breathe life into an aching soul.
Rejoice with one who rejoices.
Just be there.
Grab a cup of coffee and sit on the back porch.