My Porch Swing

As I sit here on my front porch swing on this beautiful April evening, I can’t help but tear up. This house, this porch, this swing… so many memories.

Life has been good to me. Maybe not every day and maybe not every week and maybe not every month… but life has been good to me.

17 years in this house. A home I raised my 2 beautiful children in. A home that afforded many other children a home away from home. And it has been mine. My life has been good. I now hold in my possession three beautiful children. And I hope to make it a fourth, and a grandson to boot. Life has been so good.

Thinking back on all of the years I had stress and strain and just praying I could make the mortgage… I have come so far. Far from those days of stress and strain. And now I have the privilege to gift this house that has been my home to my favorite man and his bride.

Making the decision to give it to them as an early inheritance was easy. And yet is one of the hardest things I will ever have to do. Tomorrow I will look at my 16th apartment and hope it is the one (I am picky after all). But it is not the house that will make it so. It is the place I will go to when I get there that will make it my home. Knowing that this swing that has become my favorite place in the world will no longer be that place… I am struggling and yet, I am thankful. Thankful for the years and the memories a simple wooden porch swing has afforded me and so many others.

I have hope that someday my children will swing with my grandbabies on this swing the way I swung with them. I pray that someday they will have those moments in life on this swing that no man can take from them, no matter where they go.

So tonight I rest, believing that a good life will continue here on my trusty old swing. A life of conversation and laughter. A life of watching the sun rise. A life of seeing the moon in all it’s glory. A life of God moments. A life of joy. A life of peace. A life of love. A life of hope… A life of knowing dreams can come true.