I love this spot.
Up on the porch in Great Granddaddy’s chair overlooking the Holler. The fabric covering it has been the same since I was a child. It’s comfortable. And comforting.
Comforting, because time seems to stand still here. And that’s how I like it. In a world full of chaos, this place remains calm.
I have made so many memories on this property and they all seem to be preserved here; as if they’re sealed away in an air-tight Ball Jar sitting on a shelf in the cellar below me.
The sun shines right where I’m sitting and I watch it warm up the land around me. The dew sparkles and steams up from the grass.
I watch a family of deer come down the hill and eat the fallen apples under the tree. I wonder if they feel my presence…. because I feel completely and utterly present in this moment.
I listen to the creek flow and the birds sing. They all sing a different tune, but it’s music to my ears. I close my eyes. I want to memorize the sound. Bottle it up in that old Ball Jar and take it home with me.
Maybe when I die, I’ll come back as a bird. Build a nest on this porch and fly over this place. I bet it’s even more glorious from above.
I wonder if occasionally my dad does just that. And his dad. And his dad, as he is the one who built this place for us all to enjoy. I am so thankful for him. I wish I had known him, but in a way I feel like I do. Because he was a part of my granddad and a part of my dad and his blood runs through my veins too.
I feel like they are all here. It’s a family reunion. I’ll put this feeling in the Ball Jar with a dash of humbleness and a heaping pile of gratefulness to be a part of this family.
Thank you for this place. For this family. And for all of the Ball Jars of memories. Thank you for our time here together and I pray that you always remind us to live in the moment, never take anything for granted and always choose faith over fear.
In your name we pray, Amen.