The other day I packed up my home in State College. Through the packing phase, I really did not feel much. I knew I would miss things about the house but there was no strong feeling one way or the other about leaving it.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Leaving friends was one thing. At least I did feel strongly that I would miss them. But the house surprised me. I thought I would hate getting rid of it and here I was packing up each room and - nothing.
Until the last night.
I was sitting on the floor of the Front room, folding some last minute laundry when it hit me. But what hit me was not what I expected.
I felt I was in a movie or a TV show or something like that where there is time lapse photography. The one where you are in a room and it shows you over time people coming and going and interacting. Sometimes I could replay a scene, other times it was only a snapshot. But the memories I had were strange ones. What came back to me that night was almost magical and spiritual rolled into one. I did not dredge these up as you can do if you try. These just flashed before me as if I had no control over which ones to choose. Some memories were sad, others were happy. Some made my heart hurt and some encouraged me.
For those who know me, here were a few.
Eating Ice cream out of the carton on our kitchen floor with all the girls and - in this one picture in my head - with Carla and Krysti.
Standing outside the back door and asking Julie if she would like to stay in our home until she and Mark could get married.
Taking wall paper off the walls with Scott when we first moved in.
Arguing with Bina over what she was wearing on the stairs leading to the front door. (Sorry Bina - that is just what came to me at the moment)
Seeing again, all the wonderful people and my family around me in the upstairs bedroom when Nathan was born. Seeing the look in Bailey's eyes as she watched the miracle.
Sitting in the rocker in Nathan's room when I felt God tell me about Josh.
Seeing the front room packed with students eating, laughing.
Sitting in front of the fireplace with Kerri.
A snapshot of Scott and Carla as they came over after the Antioch meeting about us. Carla sitting on the footstool with Scott behind her.
John Kelly sitting in the corner chair of our living room. (not one of my favorite for sure :)
Bob Bradbury sitting on the hearth praying for Nathan
Bethy on the rooftop watching the stars and another of her sitting in one of the blue chairs with Christian, all snuggled up.
Laughing with Britty and Carla in the kitchen about something.
Seeing someone's car parked in the MIDDLE of the driveway! (Marshall horrors) :)
Anyway, you get the picture I hope. Here was a house that had many memories buried in it. Memories I was able to share in as it opened the floodgates to me.
I loved that last evening in my house. Thanks House for the memories and all the good times and bad that made up our life there.
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