13 Years Here

The renovations on the inside of my childhood home are complete. The guys we hired to do the hard stuff have done a fantastic job and it’s beautiful.

Tomorrow we’ll begin to move our life from one place to another. I’ve already moved some of the small stuff. Boxes of old pictures, books, and wall hangings are there at the new house.

But the old house still holds most of our things. And memories. Lots of memories……13 years worth. It’s been a good place to us. Lots of good times have happened here. We imagehave the best neighbors in the world and the most beautiful country roads you’ve ever seen. The people here are hard working people. The kind that stop to talk to you when you’re walking on the country roads. They’ve heard we’re moving….so they stop and ask about it.

I’ll miss that. The community I’ve felt here. I’ll miss Mr. Billy and his wife, Brenda, stopping by in the fall and blowing the horn for me to come out of the house to see if I want to buy 25 lbs of sweet potatoes or some collard greens. We always visit awhile and I look at pictures of his sweet great grandchildren.

I’ll miss Mr. Jimmy. His 30 plus acres are right beside our place. He let the kids stomp and romp all over that land. They fished in his ponds, climbed on his hay bales, rode his horses, borrowed anything from his barn (as long as they put it back), and built forts there, too. They’ve long since outgrown all that but they will remember imageit forever.

I’ll miss our Christmases here. Our live tree took up almost the whole living room but it was okay because it was Christmas. And we barely had room to open the gifts when extra family was here.

I’ll miss the walks on my country road. The quiet and beauty. The cotton growing, the horses neighing, and the cows grazing.  The sound in the summer of the crickets and frogs and cicadas. The pecan trees and blackberry bushes.

We’ve grown in this place. Not just older, but better. Along with the good, there’ve been hard times here, too. We’ve laughed and cried here. We’ve been healed here and loved here.

It’s all been so good to us.

I’m so thankful for the years in our little home in the country.

In response to the Daily Post’s Neighbors

12 thoughts on “13 Years Here

    1. I’m still going to be in a small town but it’s not as rural an area and we will be near a small highway. I’ve already been praying about my running route. I know God has good things in store for us and He’ll take care of that too. I’ll keep you posted on that. I will soak it all in tomorrow morning, my last run on my country roads.

  1. After 30 years of country living my wife and I moved into town. A new town. Its been an adventure but we were sure God was placing us there to touch the lives of people around us. God has blessed as we have purposely reached out to our new neighbors. God’s blessing to your new opportunity.

  2. I remember that feeling. When I moved from my home in Korea (we were there ten years) for months beforehand I went to my favorite places trying to memorize everything–the colors, the sounds, the smells. It was exciting, and it was God’s will, but it was still full of often contradictory emotions–excitement one minute and tears five minutes later.

    Moving is hard…the boxes, the unpacking, the settling in. Even if it’s not very far, your senses are on edge when you arrive–even the sounds in a new house take getting used to.

    Blessings to you as you move on to your new place.

  3. Awww …sniff, sniff ! Beautifully written post and tribute to a house and place well lived in. Congratulations on the new place …new thing God is doing …new memories to be made!

    1. Thank you Joy. Such a mix of emotions in my heart…..but you’re right God is doing a new thing and more than anything I’m very excited about what’s to come. Much love.

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