Mema's PorchBy Jessica Daly

When I found this picture in a box this summer, a flood of memories came rushing back. This was my Mema’s front porch. A place where I spent a large part of my childhood. I can still see my sister, Maxine, and I putting on shows, pretending to be Miss America, and spending endless hours on the swing. We talked about everything, sang our favorite songs, and played games counting cars by color as they rolled past.

The porch itself felt alive with love. Flowers bloomed around its edges, and chairs were always waiting, ready to welcome us to sit and stay awhile. It was a place to rest, to talk, and to simply watch the world go by. Above all, it was safe. I can still hear Mema’s voice saying, “Stay on the porch,” her way of keeping us close where she knew we’d be protected.

Now, as I look back, I realize that Mema’s porch is a picture of God’s care for us. Just as she called us to stay near, God invites us to remain close to Him. He knows that in His presence we find peace and safety. Psalm 46:1 reminds us: God is our safe place and our strength. He is always our help when we are in trouble.

Mema’s porch will always be a part of me, a haven where laughter rang out, songs were shared, and love surrounded us. Remembering it now draws my heart to the greatest haven of all, the refuge I have in Him.