On the front porch of my parents home there are places to sit and a bench to rest on so you can just enjoy the fresh air, sit and pet the dog or the neighbor’s cat, or just watch life go by on their quiet street. This rocking chair pictured here always gets my attention because of the craftsmanship, the aged wood, the simple design. The quilt thrown over the back is one made by my mom, using scraps of fabrics on hand just as her mother before her once did.
Together this rocking chair and quilt bring to my mind how important it is to spend time with each other, with our loved ones, with our friends. It invites us to invest in one another a little bit of ourselves, to listen without interrupting, to accept and love unconditionally.
Our world is not a front porch world. We don’t often make the habit of resting a while, let alone sitting on a friend’s porch and visiting. What would we miss if we did that? I’ll let you answer that on your own.
As we were preparing to return home last Saturday, my husband remarked that we had enjoyed our time with Mom and Dad, and he expressed his appreciation of the stories we had heard. We had spent our “porch time” inside in front of a warm fire in the fireplace, letting the dog sleep on the couch beside us, and just drinking it all in. Precious moments indeed.
There are many things I have thought of this month as I have daily written in my journal about gratitude, yet I have only touched the tip of this Mountain of blessings. This rocker will some day rot away. The quilt will fade and eventually tear apart. But in my heart I will always carry the warmth, love, and comfort of this time that we shared. For this I will be forever grateful.