15 Jun

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis



Back in the late fifties, going to church was a much more sociable activity than it is today. Once the service was over the adults would linger outside the church, on the sidewalk just to chat and enjoy being together. The children, glad to be freed from the trial of sitting still would run around like uncaged monkeys playing tag and screaming until a parent shushed us.  One particular evening, the air had a chill to it and I stood Lucerne Parkshivering next to my dad. Without making a big  “to do” about it, he took off his suit jacket and put it around my shoulders. It covered my small body completely and smelled like my dad’s Vitalis hair oil and a faint scent of cigarrete smoke. I felt completely safe and warm covered by his jacket. That was my first picture of how much God loved me.

My dad and mom loved to fish and we drove to the east coast of Florida every Friday night to fish. In my childhood I can’t remember a time I didn’t have a fishing pole. I started with a cane pole in the local lakes. When I was considered big enough to have a real fishing rod and reel, it was a small Zebco. I remember my dad teaching me first how to bait my hook, release the line and how important it was to “hold your pole Loved catching the big ones.up” when you were reeling in a fish. Next he taught me how to tie a hook onto my line and change the weights. He wanted me to be self-sufficient but he was always there to help me out when I tangled my line or man the long dip net when I had a fish to big for me to reel up. This was my second picture of how God loved me. Like my dad, God would always be there to help me untangle my life and he would be my “dip net” when I called out to him.

Matthew 7:11 says-“ If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him!”


My dad was a humble man and because of his humility, it took me many years to realize what a truly remarkable father he was.

Me and dad

Me and dad



5 Responses to “Dad~Love~Faith”

  1. ludyja June 15, 2013 at 12:22 pm #

    Oh how beautiful that is!! Such wonderful memories of your earthly father, and the glimpses of our Heavenly Father in your Dad. Thank you.


    • oldthingsrnew June 15, 2013 at 1:19 pm #

      With all my insecurities, I would not feel so covered in God’s love if my father hadn’t modeled it to me. What an incredible blessing.


  2. Louise Gib son June 15, 2013 at 9:01 am #

    Truly heartwarming! I am sitting at my computer with tears running down my cheeks. You stirred up memories of my own family. long gone…but not forgotten.


    • oldthingsrnew June 15, 2013 at 1:17 pm #

      Memories are aweet even though they bring tears. While I was mulling this story, I cried myself to sleep.


  3. itsrebekahlyn June 15, 2013 at 8:41 am #

    I love this story. I often think about how little I know about grandma and papa young people and I really regret that now. I can’t wait to see them again in heaven.


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