I’m just so thankful to say “we made it” as we hold hands and pray for tomorrow.
From my back porch, the breeze filters around from the East but storm clouds brew from out of the West. I hear the thunder where lightning has been and the rain falls from the heavens above. I watch the sun as it majestically shines knowing it won’t be long before the storm rolls in. It’s not the weather I’ve come to love but the peace I feel from within my heart as I sit and enjoy my very first cup of coffee. I thank God for another night of quiet where I wish the world could, for just one night, lie down in peace and let love govern.
Reminiscing the fifties, growing up was centered around the word “respect”. It appeared the world was a much happier place to be in. We didn’t know what was going on and the only internet was a Civic Association. Things were simpler. You could see the street when you opened your hood but chores came first before Mom made us go outside to play. We’d steal the jokers from our parent’s bridge decks and clothespins off the line to make our bikes sound like motorcycles – that is until we got caught! Homework came first, you know, before TV. We had to think and memorize without referring to a laptop.
We learned to think and fend for ourselves as the war broke out. The focus changed and cannons sounded like thunder as we never knew if there’d be a tomorrow. Our lives in turmoil, we ran away from home.
Those days do not matter anymore. We look so bad as free speech has no control and the respect we learned is out the window. We now fend for our own safety as there are some who’d like to destroy the very origin of which we were taught.
I sit on my little back porch guarded by my flowers and the scent of manicured lawns permeates the air. The rain is about to take over. The sun has now risen high above the thunder that reminds us all of tough times past. I’m just so thankful to say “we made it” as we hold hands and pray for tomorrow. Life is an awesome commodity as family scrapbooks share those wonderful moments in time, and, yearbooks from a high school that once existed too.
So, I hold on to life, as my friends and memories cross my thoughts. I pray that someday our kids will feel the life we brought to them and I wonder if they, too, will remember…these dog days.
I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world (John 16:33)
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. (Jeremiah 29:11)