For Sale

Life is never going to be the same.  

Not too long ago I wrote a blog post about "Raisin Cakes Estates."  Sitting on my front porch that day I was thinking that someday in the long, unknown future I would not always be in my house.   Feeling very sentimental I was reliving, and remembering all that God had done in the confines of these walls.  Never, ever did I realize that the "future" would be today.  

Friday as I came home from doing errands, there was a for sale sign in my yard.  Ken and I had many chores to do and quickly got busy doing them.  I planted all the beds with newly bought flowers, pulled weeds, and planned the next set of chores that must be done when trying to sell a house.  Deciding  that if we wanted any of our hard work not to be destroyed, we would need to take all the pets to the lake house.  I packed up all of Dallas, Bama, and Rebel's belongings put them in my Excursion and took off at about 5 pm  that evening.  As I was driving out of the neighborhood passing all the homes of people that I have prayed for years; The Crowells, The Furby's, The Williamson's, The Martin's, The Crandall's,  The Stewarts,  I have alwaytried to remember to pray for these precious people as I passed their houses multiple times a day. Driving past their homes thinking of their children, families, and concerns brought on the tears that I have not let myself shed in days.  There were several times that I thought I would have to pull off the side of the road.  I cried all the way through Pinehurst, past the Hospital where Bekah was born, past The Leaches All State Office, past Ben's Ice Cream, past HWY 73 which reminded me of Lynette,  and Candy which brought on more tears.  I got myself a little under control by the time I passed Biscoe and Troy, but then pressing closer and closer to the Lake House I remembered all the gatherings down by the Lake.  The time the Holland boys experienced Fourth of July on the boat, and on the way back was over taken by a downpour! Also, the time that Dan got the rope stuck in the jet ski!  What a day he had.  I can still see Joe falling asleep on the couch, head cocked backward, mouth open, hands on his chest. Many women that I love very much have spent the weekend with me at the lake.  Sometimes for some very serious prayer or Bible Study time.  Sometimes kicking back, relaxing, and just talking-non-stop!  There were also times when God used the time for a real break through into a soul. The tears seemed to take over my entire body not just my eyes and face.

After being assaulted by memories that had been buried just because of living, I almost went back to church once again on Sunday.  I wanted badly to be able to say goodbye to the people that had made living in Southern Pines wonderful.  I chose not too, because I did not want to cause any kind of division.  I also did not fully trust my motives.  

Those of you that are reading this that do not understand what I am writing about, I apologize for the lack of clarity.  Those of you who do, please know that I love you, miss you, and long for the day when the Bridegroom unites us once again.