i shed some tears today.
it was the end of a season of life- the closing of a chapter of our story and a saying farewell to many happy memories.
we sold our little apartment today; it was our home for 9 years- the longest we've ever lived anywhere.
it was the place where we lived (really, we just slept there) when we both worked 14 hour days in the church with offices next door to each other.
it was a place we brought hurting people to for ministry, food, prayer, and fun.
it was a shelter for a young woman who had a stalker.
it was the place where we brought home our baby girl at 5 hours old.
it was the home where i once again was a stay-at-home mommy. at 56!!!
the rooms are filled with memories of family, small grandchildren, visiting kids from across the planet, guests and friends...
if the walls could talk...
we wandered around today, remembering, talking quietly, marveling that even after living somewhere else now for more than a year, there are so many things about that place that are still 'home'. the view- that magnificent view of the city skyline- still so familiar. the little kitchen- almost the scent of many meals lingers in the air. the "blue room" where the children stayed when they came for sleep-overs...
well, it's gone now. we've moved on- and coming back to the 'here and now' white house is indeed home, and i'm not sad that we moved or made the decision to sell the old place.
it's just hard, you know? another chapter over.
it was the home God promised me after a battle and seemingly insurmountable financial difficulties. everything went wrong- but God told me, standing in my kitchen, "if it matters to you, it matters to me. it's yours". and He reversed the impossible obstacles, and we bought it without a centavo down payment.
my little home of promise. He is faithful.
and He will be faithful here too.
goodbye, little home on the 6th floor...thank You, Lord, for that season. Thank You for Your promise and Your faithfulness.
In every season, You are there.