FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 54

I could tell Mama was getting tired; so, I eased up from the rocker where I had been resting my eyes and reluctantly interrupted her story. Before we left, Corrina told Mama she wanted to hear more about her love story.

OUT TO PASTOR: Who is shadowing me?

I’ve been bouncing back after a health hiatus and thought I was doing well. I still have some coughs and sneezes, but they are slowly diminishing.The other day, I had to get some gas for my vehicle. When I got to the gas station, I didn’t know if I needed to go to the bank and get a loan for my gas.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 53

The Bowens held the service for Buella Mae two days later at the graveside at an old cemetery out on the Whitesville Road, only a mile or two from their place.

OUT TO PASTOR: Ding-a-ling, there goes Spring

In my life, time has a way of getting out of control. My one question in life is, where does time go? And, can I retrieve it?The other night, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I sat in the living room watching a little TV.I then heard a deep sigh from the other resident in the room.

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.