Feet on The Front Porch!

Greetings from the Front Porch!

Feet on The Front Porch, that is the best way to describe what it felt like to enter into my morning with a dear friend who said yes to an invite.

Tap, tap, tap, came the noise from the Front Porch window, it was just a few minutes past the changing of the guard when I looked up and saw the biggest smile and brightest eyes looking through my window and waving at me as if to say “so glad to see you, are you coming out to play?”

I had just recently posted an invitation on Facebook, looking for someone who might be interested in joining me on an early morning run. Of course, when I posted the time to meet, I got mostly laughs and jeers, go figure, people laughing at me for wanting to run at 6:30AM, I just don’t find that funny! OK, there would have been a time I would have, but today it brings me joy, I love starting off my morning with a run and I just thought it would be nice to begin it with a friend.

A friend finally responded with a “I will meet you on The Front Porch at 6:30.” Because she had not put AM or PM I wanted to clarify the morning time and make sure she was still willing to be my running partner. To my surprise, she was and her arrival this morning was a sweet surprise but not as sweet as the run and the conversation, we had.

We took off from the front porch and jogged into and throughout our neighborhood, we chatted about school and kids, parents and friends. She spoke truth into my life about the way I was raising my son and she allowed me to encourage her in her life and the way she was choosing to find her voice.

It was like we had taken the Front Porch with us on our run, our shoes had become our lawn chairs and with every step we took, we entered into one another’s stories at times almost having to stop because laughter had taken over. My friend has a smile that is contagious and her laughter is like a hug to the soul, her energy alone helped me set my pace.

As we finished the run, I found myself thanking God for the way He had intentionally placed this friend in my life so many years ago, knowing that we would be running one day through our community laughing, sharing, and preparing to connect with others who are in our community as well.  Watch out for the date, a fun run coming to your local community.

Thank you my sweet running friend for tapping on my window this morning and for putting feet on The Front Porch, you are amazing!

Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work:

Ecclesiastes 4:9

Do you have an activity you enjoy doing? I challenge you to reach out to those in your circle and invite them in, see what will happen when one becomes two! We were created to live in community, either for a reason a season or a lifetime.

Thank you for visting The Front Porch!


Healing Rain!

Greetings from The Front Porch!

Healing rain is a real touch from God. It could be physical healing or emotional or whatever.

Michael W. Smith

The cold hard cement pressed against my hot sweaty back as I lay down to stretch the muscles in my legs, I hoped as I laid there that I wasn’t in an oil spot left from the car, but my muscles needed stretching more than my clothes needed to be kept clean.

I felt like a sunflower with my face pointing and reaching towards the sky hoping to catch a glimpse of the sun peering through the clouds. I told myself that God had held back the storm just for me so I could finish my run with out the rain.

At first disappointment hit me, I saw drops coming down towards my face as if someone was holding a water can just above my head. The drops bounced off my sunglasses and dripped down my cheeks and my disappointment quickly turned to joy.

I reached for my mp3 player, tucked my ear buds in my ears and turned up the music. I started to sing aloud towards the heavens as I watched the rain continue to come down on me.

I love how God has repeatedly turned my disappointments into delights and given me the desires of my heart even before I ask. I love how He does not take the storms away but rather enters into them with me.

Sitting there on my back, letting the rain come down on me was a gentle reminder of how healing comes out of the rain, without the storm there is no rain.

The rain represents truth, healing and hope, for the physical, the emotional or whatever!


Preserving Porches

"Porches are as synonymous with American culture as apple pie.
While not unknown in colonial times, they rose to nationwide popularity
 in the decades before the Civil War, and remained in fashion for almost
one hundred years. Ironically, the very social and technological forces that
made them both popular and possible were eventually responsible for their decline."

-- from Kahn, Preserving Porches

Sometimes I thank God, for unanswered prayers!

Greetings From The Front Porch!

When a sad song is not sad anymore, when putting one foot in front of the other does not cause me to freeze and when I finally love being me that is what 42 years young looks like!

Today I celebrate 42 years of life on this great big ball called planet earth. When the words celebrate leave my fingers and form on my screen, I cannot help but smile to myself and chuckle out loud as I remember not to long ago when the words fake, fraud, and imposter would have been more like it. When someone would wish me a happy birthday I would think to myself “if they only knew the real me, they wouldn’t be wishing me anything.”

As a broken, abused and used child, my view of God was distorted, wrapped around a false belief system that said, “I must be bad because bad had been done to me.” Therefore, I believed that God created me to teach everyone else what not to do. I use to believe that death was away of God getting back at me, every time I experienced a loss of life, it just clarified what I believed from an early age.

As I grew up, married and had kids, the fear of being found out, the fear of someone knowing about my past, caused me to panic anytime I tried to leave the house. I thought, “if I leave this house, I just might die and if I stay inside, I knew I would.” I was a walking contradiction, wanting the freedom that I saw so many people have but fearful of finding out how I could get it. Fear of falling, fear of failing kept me from ever trying to embrace the very faith I taught others on a daily basis.

I cared more about what others thought about me then what I thought about myself. I use to think that this world would be better off without me and I tried to find ways to get rid of myself, thinking I was doing this world a favor. It was on my birthday eight years ago when I prayed that God would just end my life.

Sometimes I thank God, for unanswered prayers
Remember when you’re talking’ to the man upstairs
That just because he doesn’t answer doesn’t mean he don’t care
Some of God’s greatest gifts, are unanswered prayers.
                                                           Garth Brooks

I waited in the sanctuary of the spa, just minutes away from my name being called out, a birthday facial had been prepared, a gift from my best friend and husband. He made sure that this year I was pampered beyond anything I could ever imagine. Cuddled into a fuzzy, floor lengths rob, fitted into fuzzy slippers with a cup of hot tea by my side and fresh fruit on fine china, all for me, I felt like Queen Esther.

As I sat in the oversized chair, it felt like I was resting on clouds as I waited for my name to be called. I was captivated by the view from the window, I could see the snow capped mountains of the Olympic Village just a few miles away and I had an overwhelming feeling of gratitude that came from the very core of who I am.

In that moment, I realized that God did not answer my birthday prayer so many years ago; I sat there and gently whispered out lout, “thank you for not answering my prayers to die.” Tears started to flow, the faucet had been turned on and I was hoping that a staff member would not arrive to call my name while I was having a moment of gratitude with just me and my maker.

Suddenly my life flashed in front of me as I kept saying thank you over and over again. I saw all I would have lost and all who would have been hurt if my life would have ended under such horrible circumstances. I saw my husband and children, my family and friends, gone all of it lost because of my false belief system thinking they would be better off without me.

Today I realize that I represent reversal of destiny, what happed when I came to the end of myself and the beginning of my maker. He snapped my false faith in half and handed me the real deal. My life has become proof that God is bigger then my pain and my past and that he can take and will take my greatest misery and turn it into my greatest ministry. He is a God who turns impossibilities into possibilities and who promises to show up best in my weaknesses.

Funny how God has asked me to do the very things I use to think I would die in and in fact it is in doing those very things I fear that make me become fully alive. Instead of freezing in my fear and running back inside, I find myself drawn to those in my community who God has placed within my reach.

Instead of feeling like I was the mistake that others could learn from, He has given me the gift to inspire and encourage others to be true to who they are in Christ. My life has truly become a reversal of destiny, not because of who I am but rather whose I am.

Sometimes I thank God, for unanswered prayers!


“Living In The Moment”