We pass by the yard with these lawn chairs neatly lined in a row. They have always drawn us as a friendly place to sit. As we walked by, their owner was lazily sweeping her small stoop. “We love your chairs” we expressed to her. She idled briefly propping her well-rounded broom against the wall. She gently wrapped her weathered hands around a post that rivaled her hands in age and exposure. Comfortable and secure holding the post, she used one eye to size us with suspicion while the other bore the hint of invitation.

She broke into a small smile towards our harmlessness and proudly declared “all lined up, ready for a prayer meeting.”

I have no doubt that they had served that purpose in the past. Gone by blessings and pleas pealed off the oaks. We were lifted and warmed, bid our good days and went on our way.

Small pleasures warm the heart…†…monos en theos…jim