What crosses your mind when you spot a porch swing? Do you find yourself sighing and unknowingly walking toward it? The worst of days are wiped clean with a few passes of the swing. The pain of the world seems less complicated from the painted wooden slats.
A creaky chain and a rainy day bring back some of my best memories. My childhood home had a porch swing and no matter how crazy my schedule became in high school, I would always take a moment to catch up with my Mom or Dad on the porch swing. Most of my best and worst conversations growing up took place there. Tears washed it’s wooden seat, laughter etched it’s chains, and hours spent upon it made love grow strong and deep with a high school boyfriend who would become my beloved husband.
We received a porch swing a couple of weeks ago as a present, for our own front porch. Ian loves to use it as a human catapult. Sam loves to discuss the meaning of life and swing. Grant can usually be found finishing his homework on it. Time and memories were the real gift.
Time slips away quickly and silently. It must be held at bay with determination to not miss a single minute with loved ones. The porch swing is like a secret gift from God that slows time and erases busy schedules. It opens hearts and widens eyes as they look out on the beauty Heaven has provided for no other reason than to be gazed upon.