I can only imagine what takes place while they sit on the
front porch. I think about the debates about this or that. I think about the
conversations about any and all topics. I think about the stories told: the
good, the bad and the entertaining. I think about how they probably reminisce
about the old days: their successes, their failures, the missed opportunities
and the opportunities they took that changed everything.
I talk about
this because I’ve given up on waiting for these days to come. I’ve started
doing some front porch sitting of my own. Every once in a while I will wander
down to my favorite place at camp to just sit, look and reflect. I sit in a
comfy chair, look at the mountains and think about what is going on in life. I
use these times to get alone with God. To think about how he is working in my
life, where I see him and where I may be missing him. I ask him to show me an
honest view of my life. To show me where I can grow and what I need to improve
in order to serve him more wholeheartedly. I sometimes sit in silence and
listen to see if he wants to tell me something, and at times he does. Sometimes
I sit and talk to him out loud and just pray for my life, for those I love, for
the school, for whatever crosses my mind.
I know I look forward to the old man Todd Livingston and his
front porch sitting, but I love these times right now. They are sweet times
with God and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.
Not a bad front porch view |
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