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Step back in time, just a little, to when gathering on the porch to chat was a tranquil way to spend an afternoon.
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Step back in time, just a little, to when gathering on the porch to chat was a tranquil way to spend an afternoon.




The delight of a child with candy cane is like no other! Years ago a candy maker wanted to make a candy to symbolize the meaning of Christmas, Jesus. He made the hard candy shaped like a "J" to represent that Jesus is the "Rock of Ages". The white stands for the purity of Jesus and the red stands for the blood he shed to save us from our sins. Next time you hold a candy cane, remember the story behind it!

We might not have streamers and balloons up, but you'll be hard pressed to not see a red bow and some lights scattered about. We decorate for everyone else's birthday, so why not decorate to celebrate the greatest birth of all time?! Some people go all out and some do a little, and some just like to appreciate the decorations of others. Whatever your jam, let's remember what that red bow is there for!

Time to cozy up and bring porch time indoors! Your home doesn't have to look like a magazine to invite a couple friends over for coffee around a warm fire. Share some Christmas traditions and make some new ones with loved ones. And don't forget to invite those who might be a little lonely this year! It's the season of giving....of our hearts, our company, and a listening ear. This is where Christmas blessings begin.

It’s been a while. Hello old friends. It’s good to be back. Let’s get reacquainted. Why the long absence you may ask?
Well, I had a bit of a spell, quite a traumatic spell actually that nearly left me lifeless. There’s more about that in my blog down below, but I will repeat what I said on my Facebook post. Thanksgiving this year was different. My gratitude is deeper, heavier, and overflowing. God didn’t just heal me. He pulled me back when my life was slipping away. When you face death that closely, everything unimportant falls away, and all that matters is the sacred gift of breath, your body fighting to stay alive, and the faces of loved ones you couldn’t bear to leave behind. Death reached for me but lost its grip on me. Christ spoke life over me, and my heart will never stop giving thanks. Hallelujah to the One who rescued me!
Most of you know I battle a great deal with health issues so I am keenly aware of those who are shut in. It was for that reason that started this website, to bring them to “my porch”. I know what it’s like to be stuck, if you will, and have that sense of missing out. So, while I do have in-person porch time on my porch, I’m hopeful that my website brings hope and smiles to those who can’t be there.
Now that I’m back and the Lord has given me the ability to be here on my virtual porch, let’s settle in with a cup of hot deliciousness and chat!

I'm honestly not sure you guys if it's Christmas time or spring time that makes me most excited about changing my porch decor!! I think it really might be Christmas! I know I can't sit out on my porch as much right now. In fact, it's covered in snow at the moment but I love it. I admit there's a little bit of Hallmark in me!

If you're not familiar with this part of the Christmas story, it's found in Matthew 2:11. Gifts were brought to Jesus, and one of them was gold! The wise men brought no ordinary gifts, but rather presented the child with the very best.

Maji, or kings, traveled to Jesus' house to bring him the gifts. When they saw the child, they fell down and worshiped him. Along with gold, they brought frankincense and myrrh. Frankincense is an aromatic incense, also used in perfumes and oils (actually it's made a comeback). Myrrh is similar. It's a gum resin from certain trees and also used in perfumes, incense and medicines.

In addition to the story in Matthew, it can also be found in Isaiah 60:6 where was prophesied many years before it happened that gifts of gold and frankincense would be brought to praise the Lord!
Okay, I have a confession, a gripe, a peeve. AI and I are not friends. I understand it’s a great tool for many of you. I get it. I just, I don’t know. I feel like it takes away from the talent and legitimacy of the author, the creator, the originator. Now, when you look at a picturesque photo, you wonder if a cold, patient photographer waited all night perched on a rock to capture the glow of that rising sun at just the perfect second….or is it a quick AI print? Now, when you read an article, an editorial, a blog, etc., you wonder if the tired author laboriously drafted his carefully crafted words and did his own revisions again and again to uniquely inspire you…..or is it AI?
Are we living in a world that demands such perfection that it has to be artificial? I have to be honest. AI has deterred me from writing my latest blog and updating my website. I seriously contemplated whether I should continue because what is the point if people will wonder if it's my writing or AI’s writing? After some readers’ encouragement to continue, I thought about it some more and went back to my keys.
But I do want you all to know that what you read are my thoughts, my mistakes, and my random rabbit trails -- all unaided by a single syllable of artificial intelligence. Forgive me if it isn't perfectly polished by AI, but I think a little "rough around the edges" and a typo here and there adds character to a story like an old scuffed up house (or porch) that has old charm and a lot of its own stories to tell.

This year, more than ever, everything means more to me. I find myself almost in a trance at times in awe gazing at twinkling lights with my family by my side. I felt it again as bay blades got scattered across my living room floor, and I watched my grandkids squeal with delight. Inside, I squealed with delight too.
This year my tree makes me emotional. Not because of its beauty, although it is stunning. The meaning behind it every time I look at it reminds me of the thoughtfulness of my friends who decorated it for me. They knew that while I'm still in a recovery phase from my trauma, I wouldn't have had the strength to do it. This is true friendship, true brotherly love, which is phileo, and it's mentioned in the Bible. I like to think of all the ways my tree represents the Christian faith: the lights that point to the Light of the world, the star of Bethlehem, the angel who announced Christ's birth, the evergreen representing everlasting life, and especially the tree itself representing the cross.
Most of you know how the story goes. Not in a clean, sterile hospital room or a comfortable climate-controlled room, but in a stable in the city of Bethlehem. We can all learn from the humility of Jesus. I know I can. Mary and Joseph knew the treasure they beheld. God's beloved Son, Jesus, the Savior of the world!!
The Angels rejoiced! There's no other way to describe it but to quote it: "Suddenly a great army of heaven's angels appeared
...singing praises to God 'Glory to God in the highest, and peace on earth to those with whom he is pleased!'"
There you have it! The shortest, quickest summary of the birth of our Lord, but please read it for yourself in Luke chapter 2.

Advent is a time of expectation when we get ready to celebrate the birth of Jesus on Christmas day! It's a season of hope, peace, joy and love-- all in anticipation of Jesus' arrival. If you're looking for more stories about Christmas and the hope of Jesus, scroll around my blogs below. There are a couple from years past.
My wish for every one of you is that you find these things in your hearts this season. I know it's been a very difficult year from so many of you, my own family included. So I wish you all a Merry Christmas and may you have hope, peace, joy, and love.

I know y'all are thinking, "Yeah right". The holidays add so much extra to our agendas, in addition to our already too-busy lives. I'm putting out a challenge though to all of you, myself included, to find moments to rest. You don't have to do it all. Honestly, doing it all makes us crabby and overwhelmed. It's so counter cultural in our society to have even 10 minutes of nothingness in our day that we feel like we have to fill it with something to be productive. You don't. I don't.
So here's the thing: do what you enjoy. If you like wrapping intricate gifts that look Pinterest worthy, go for it and how about skipping the stressful cookie baking option? Or do it the other way around. The point is you don't have to do it ALLLLL. The list of a decorated tree, handmade gifts, shopping til your feet hurt, attending obligatory Christmas parties, caroling, a holiday photo, a cookie swap, a trip to see Santa, looking at Christmas lights, taking in a performance or two, not to mention the holiday meals is un-re-al-is-tic! That stressed me out just typing it.
I've said it before. Have margin in your day. Whether you're a warm fuzzy slipper Christmas movie girl or a Martha Stewart cooking in the kitchen girl, be that girl! Let's face it ladies, most of the Christmas "work" falls on us, so let's not let it ruin our holiday cheer. Find time to rest.

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I hope you got it by now that I love the Lord, my family, my friends, and this amazing creation. So what else? I'm pretty simple really. God shifted my passion from children's ministry and called me to women's ministry. I was a teacher for about 20 years, and also taught Sunday school, Awana, & served as a camp counselor. I've had the privilege now for over 10 years to help with women's events, lead a ladies' Bible study with some amazing women, and co-lead a couples' life group with my husband. We live in the Midwest, have two married sons, two lovely daughters-in-love, and five beautiful grandsons!
Lest you think I have a picture-perfect life, I don't. I have had a 45 plus year history of complex orthopedic issues, 16 surgeries, chronic pain & fatigue, many serious and life-threatening medical diagnoses, and blood cancer with no cure. But God.... Have you noticed that life stories often have a "but God did this" scene? But God has showered me with iconic moments, times of celebration, acts of kindness bestowed upon me, and opportunities to bless others.
I'm sure you can say the same.
Whether you gather on the porch, in the house, in the yard, in the garage, on the driveway, or in the barn, "porch time" is about making memories and being intentional about passing along your faith. It's about the kind of legacy you will leave. What will define your next stage of life? I hope it actively involves pointing others to Jesus.
More about all that to come. Let's get to know each other.
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