FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 52

After gathering herself, Mama continued with her story about Buella Mae and meeting Daddy.“Buella Mae was barely twelve years old when she died,” she said.

OUT TO PASTOR: Age is just a number…or is it?

Recently, one of our granddaughters reached the magical age of 16 and was applying for her driver’s license.I can remember when I turned 16 and was going for my driver’s license. What a day that was.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 51

Mama was like every other good storyteller I knew. She would get off the beaten path if needed to fill in the story within the story. But she wouldn’t forget to get back to the main trail eventually.

OUT TO PASTOR: Having a brain can be a problem

I have been showing people a picture of my brain for almost a month now.I’ve been having a lot of fun doing it and teasing people by saying, “I have proof that I have a brain.”In the beginning, I just believed that having a brain would be a wonderful experience for me.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) – part 50

“Cheyenne,” I said, turning back to him, “I have to shake my head in wonder at that night. I think I learned more about my daddy beginnin’ that evenin’ than I’d ever known. It was one of the special parts of the Summer of ’73.

OUT TO PASTOR: Some things do have a purpose

One thing I have learned in life is that some things do have a purpose no matter how bad they seem at the time.They don’t seem to have any purpose when they happen, but you later discover a significant purpose behind it.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 49

It was early evening when we pulled into our gravel drive that ran behind our white-framed house on Juniper, and Corrina and I walked straight back to see Mama, the screen door jarring us as it slammed behind us.

OUT TO PASTOR: Did you see my key?

My life has been bombarded with questions from the beginning of the day until I fall asleep at night.For the most part, I don’t prioritize questions. Usually, when people ask me a question, there is something behind that question.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 48

“So,” Cheyenne said, “did you see that boy again?”“Oh, I did,” I said, “but it would be a couple of weeks later. A lot would happen before these two ships would pass in the night again and crash on shore.”Cheyenne chuckled at the metaphor.

OUT TO PASTOR: I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough

It was evening, and the day was just about over. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I were chilling in the living room, watching TV.I’m not sure what we were watching on TV; it really didn’t matter. What mattered is that we were relaxing and enjoying the evening together.