We said our final goodbyes to this place. Our renters signed on the dotted line and we gave them a ring full of keys. Keys for doors and gates and garages and mailboxes and sprinkler timer boxes.
And I felt like I needed to walk through the house one last time and turn off lights and lock up. But I couldn't, because it was their house now- at least for the next year- and I was a visitor.
A few weeks before as I was cleaning up the place, I paused in the kitchen to take in the emptiness of the house and felt the tears begin to well up in my eyes as I could hear the ghosts of three happy children playing in the family room. I could hear the thump, thump, thumping of little bums sliding down the stairs. I heard the giggles of joy of little ones at play in the back yard. I could hear the echoes of morning scripture studies and of coaxing little squirmy people into a circle for family prayer. All happy memories.
In all our 5 1/2 years in this home, we were blessed abundantly. And it was bittersweet to say goodbye. I don't know what is in store for us in our new home and new area, but I do know that the Lord is mindful of us and as we continue to serve Him, we will continue to be blessed. And we are excited for what the future holds for us.
In all of this, one thing is certain- those are some lucky renters. They have the hottest landlord in all of creation. And he has keys.