My last night in the house where my husband carried me over the threshold almost 14 years ago.
It’s where we have had 4 dogs, a hamster named Big Momma, and two fish.
I’ve brought home 4 babies to this house.
I’ve lived in this house longer then any other house my entire life.
I think we have gone through like six couches. I have watched Carolina win the championship twice. When we moved in the national debt was only $5.5 trillion.
1300 square feet of memories. Some of my greatest joys. And my darkest nights.
I’ve taught three children how to read here. Apparently I have also made one million tacos.
I’ve found beauty in the mess.
Growing up I had heard of what the Lord had done in others lives, but here I saw with my own eyes. In my own life.
“When the Lord closes a door, somewhere, He opens a window.”
This shouldn’t be. This should not be happening. But it is, and not because I deserve it. I actually don’t know how to explain it.
I get to do this.