I am filled with a precious memory or memories should I say; of a dear friend and I sharing mornings on her porch. I would drive over to her house still in my jammies and we would sit and watch and listen and write and laugh. I am fond of the mornings and blessed to share them with a friend. We loved to watch the morning dew as the sun would rise over her home. The sun on the dew appeared somehow to makes things look new. Giving a reminder of a fresh new start to a new day. God makes all things new.
And he who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I lam making all things new.” Also he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.” Rev. 21:5
We journaled our prayers while sitting on her porch and drank a pot of coffee. If her hubby was home, he would ensure that our cups stayed hot and filled. And we would sit there and write and talk and laugh and even shed tears sometimes but the laughter would always take over.
I am thankful for …
Mornings on the porch with a dear friend
And ladybugs (because they were her favorite).