Back on the Porch again and the very last of the day is taking the sun away. I usually come out here to clear the day’s business from my mind. It always reminds me of the times at this time of year that I spent the summers at my grandparents home in Chattanooga Tn. It’s the twilight of the evening and the world around you is taking a deep breath, preparing for a nights rest. My grandparents lived in a neighborhood called Glenwood. Just a block from the house there was a playground for the neighborhood owned by the city. There was a first class well kept ball field, monkey bars, large swing sets, the kind that went high as you were willing to pump and pull. There was a sandbox that my grandmother told me not to get into…the cats go there. Why there was even a lady that came every Wednesday and brought her felt story board to tell bible stories on. There were lighting bugs in the evening just before dark and there was a big…! Old tree you go behind and steal a kiss from a cute girl…if you were quick enough. The parents must have had a meeting because the rule in the neighborhood and each house was the same. When the street lights come on…you come home. I could write a lot more about that time…it was simple and fun because you respected the adults and they gave you room to grow…bumps, cuts, bandaids and learning the lessons of life the hard way. And Last…

Psalm 118

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This is the day that the Lord has made;

    let us rejoice and be glad in it.

God had a place in the minds and hearts of his people.

Kurt