What a perfect evening to be on the back porch. There is a lot to Ponder about this time we are living in and that is just one of the reason to find a way to clear your mind. Have you ever tried to just sit and think about nothing…I mean absolute nothing. Try it…you can’t do it. On the Porch tonight I challenged my self to think about nothing. I cleared my mind of the news, any plans for the rest of the week and joyfully put aside my to do list. Like an inbox on a desk, there is nothing better than an empty one. But the human mind being what it is I soon found myself finding something to Ponder. Sound… I will repeat that and I pause a bit to allow you a moment to think about it. S..O..U..N..D . It is a typical early spring night, everything tuning up for natures burst of renewal. My opinion is that the air here on the plateau is some what thiner than in the valley. That is a perfect example of a real ponder… I have no scientific proof that this is a fact and in the world of pondering that is good enough. They say that sound travels farther in thin air. I could give you a sound reason for that but that would be another post but it does make for a good pun. Back to that sound thing. The birds are active this evening and if you listen carefully you can hear the movement of their wings as they search for a place to build a net or just seeking a place to rest for the night. Highway 231 is to the east of me and is one of the secondary roads that emergency vehicles travel to Vanderbilt Hospital here in Lebanon TN. It is interesting to me that I can tell by the siren sound the difference between a firetruck, ambulance or police car. At my previous home there were rail tracks just a short distance from my back porch there. At the crossing just below the house were lights, bells and cross bars to keep folks safe. On either side of that crossing left or right at least a mile apart from mine one had only a sign, the other a sign and lights. It took me a while to discover but there was a different series of horn blasts for each one. If I listen carefully I can tell the difference between an 18 wheeler, or just a plain ole dump truck. I know the sound of a motorcycle as opposed to the screaming of a dirt bike or crouch rocket… Trucks… Pick-Up trucks, I call them Red Neck Cadillacs. Here in Wilson County they all have duel exhausts that roar like a car at the Daytona 500. So what am I rambling about and why? To me it is a miracle what God has created and there is scripture that addresses what I am saying. I use the NLT bible and it speaks to the point I am making. You can’t always see everything or hear everything. In the quite of the early evening, about dusk, as you get older you don’t see as well. The scripture I am recalling is from 1 Corinthians 12:12-31. Consider this… these gifts of sight, hearing, smell, touch all work together to allow the body to serve the whole. When my sight is obstructed or naturally impaired those other parts become stronger to compensate for the weaker. When I can’t see my hearing is sharper, if when we don’t hear as well our eyesight becomes sharper.

I am so grateful to have been created so wonderfully. I have trouble now days losing my mobility bit by bit, that is not unusual for my age. As my lower body loses it ability to stand up for long periods of time or needs help to stand, my upper body has grown stronger. I don’t know if any of this makes sense but here again a good Ponder doesn’t  have to.

Kurt