On the Porch
Onisha Ellis
During my growing up years, we lived in Orlando, Florida. My parents loved to fish, so most Fridays as soon as my parent’s made it home from work, we loaded the car with fishing gear and headed to the east coast. We would fish all night and most of Saturday. We usually fished from a pier and late at night when most folks had gone home to sleep, we would often begin to sing hymns in the evening stillness. Just my family, the moon and the stars. Wonderful memories.
What a beautiful thing, God, to give thanks,
to sing an anthem to you, the High God!
To announce your love each daybreak,
sing your faithful presence all through the night,
Accompanied by dulcimer and harp,
the full-bodied music of strings.
Psalms 92: 1-3
The Message
Old Things R New 
I can picture it and my heart aches a little that grandma & papa have been gone for so long. Then I smile thinking about spending eternity with them singing praises.
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A HEARTWARMING POST. ALTA. MEMORIES OF GOOD TIMES ARE A TREASURE.
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What a wonderful memory!
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