Posts from the ‘Back Porch Prayers’ category

Note to self:
Breathe. The amount of energy you are investing in worrying about what may or may not happen over the next hours, days, weeks, or month is much better directed towards moments of prayer and planning.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe. The amount of energy you are investing in worrying about who may or may not agree with you, who may or may not like you, is much better directed towards remembering who you are. Your path is not theirs, nor is their path yours.
Breathe.
Raise your eyes from the calendar and the screen. Look up, look high into the emerald canopy and see the leaves are waving greetings in the gentle summer breeze.
Look around at the beauty contained in just this small little patch of earth.
Remember this earth is a beautiful place, home to beautiful souls.
Remember you can acknowledge there are distractions without being drawn away from your goals. Refocus.
Breathe.
Remember you are a child of God, and you are well-loved.
Remember you are not alone.
Breathe.
Breathe.
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Just beyond the screen, these old oak trees are swaying softly in the humid morning breeze. Overall, it is cloudy here, but for maybe two seconds, the sun peeked through the soft gray sky blanket to reach the back porch.

Perhaps just a little wave or wink to say: Good Morning, I see you, I’m here, enjoy your coffee, enjoy the morning symphony, enjoy the wind in your hair, enjoy this day.

And then the sun seemed to soften a little as the clouds drifted back into place, perhaps the clouds are enjoying the morning as well.

Hello August. It’s good to be here.

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This last Sunday of July 2018 has arrived on a soft breeze, refreshingly cool for summertime here. Early light is streaming through these old oaks, painting the morning in shades of green and gold as I wander around with my coffee, pausing in the patches of light for moments of prayer and gratitude. What a beautiful new day.

Sunshine, songbirds, soft breezes, and strong coffee.

Hello, Sunday. It’s good to be here.

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An ancient book of prayers, a not so old mandolin, and a hot cup of fresh coffee. It was among these things that I greeted this Tuesday morning. I could play the strings, but to do so would interrupt the morning chorus from the resident birds.

Perhaps another day I would attempt to play along, but not today. Today is the 93rd anniversary of my father’s birth, and I’m almost certain, if he was still here, he would set the mandolin down as well and opt for the back porch seat to the natural morning music

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Memorial Day Weekend is underway. It’s a time for reflection. There is no shortage of ceremonies and activities to honor the fallen men and women who entered into every military branch knowing they may not make it home alive. There’s no shortage of families forever changed by those sacrifices made.

My plans are pretty simple this weekend. I plan to help other drivers and motorists by staying off the roads as much as possible. Perhaps I’ll spend a few long moments watching the new bee that showed up in the wildflowers this morning, we’ll see.

One certainty is waiting on the rain with some coffee in the backyard swing, and being eternally grateful for this life and those who have lost theirs while serving to build and protect our society and nation.

Whatever your plans include this weekend, I wish you all good health, peace, and safety. Make sure you take a few minutes in prayer or reflection, to just breathe, appreciate the day, and make sure those you love know you love them.

Hello Saturday. It’s good to be here.

“Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends” John 15:13

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Sometimes, the birds in this back yard play peek-a-boo.  Singing and chirping their greetings from the deep cover of the bushes, or just out of sight behind the branches of the trees. The resident cardinals are especially good at keeping hidden, despite their briliant red feathers.

This week, however, they seem happy and content to be seen, and I absolutely love seeing them.

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Snapshot through the screen: Cardinal surveying the melting snow.

My grandmother, Ava, was the one who began and encouraged my fascination with cardinals.  She was a wise woman.  If I can only remember half of the things she told me or I overheard her say during the short years I knew her, I should be fine.

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Snapshot through the screen. Cardinals enjoying sunshine in an old oak tree behind the swingset.

A quick glimpse of a cardinal has always been special for me, but an afternoon of these beauties allowing me a few pictures is enough to make me smile for a long time.  All but one of these pictures was taken through the screen as I tried to not disturb the birds too much.  So (giggle) these are literal “Screen Shots” .

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Snapshot through the screen:  Enjoying the sunshine and chirping in the warming afternoon air.

Birds aren’t known for staying still long, of course, and these are no different.  Eventually they left to survey other areas.  Perhaps looking for nesting sights, perhaps looking for food, perhaps just enjoying the afternoon sunshine, perhaps all of that and more.

 

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On a higher branch, watching the other birds.

So, having whispered my timeless wish upon first sight, and spending time enjoying their lovely company I settled back onto the porch with my afternoon coffee, and made myself a note to more often remember to focus on the beauty and peace in these little everyday moments.

~Peace~

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via Daily Prompt: Glorious

This evening I was on the back porch, aka my favorite room in the house, reviewing the events of the weekend with the amazing young people with whom I have the privilege of working over the weekend, and checking the calendar when I realized it is the last Monday of summer.  Autumn is scheduled to arrive Friday!   A couple of things happened nearly simultaneously: a sweet text from an old friend to schedule coffee & catch up time, and a strong sunbeam streaming through the leaves.


Both drew me away from my “business” immediately.  Gears were switched, focus was redirected I stepped out into the summer air and turned my face towards the glorious sun rays.

Some sunsets paint the sky in vibrant colors.  But sometimes…..sometimes the sun slips below the canopy and directs the late day rays through and onto the leaves.  Today was one of those days.

If you missed it, perhaps you can enjoy these few photos, these evening views through some of my favorite trees.


I love it when sunlight breaks through these old trees.  It’s as if the rays carry whispers from God saying “I see you, now look towards me”.   And so, I will.

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