let's roll.

The week was exactly what I thought it would be.  Lots of packing, lots of writing, lots of reading, and lots of cleaning.  And a whole lot of remembering.  

This little apartment has been my refuge the past 20 months.  I don't think I've done as much growing anywhere else as I have in this place.  That table over there?  That's where I ate many meals with friends, talking about how good God is and what he's doing in our lives.  It's where Danny and I shared our first dinner, too.  And that coffee stain to my left?  Danny came over one day after work and I was so excited to see him I knocked it right over.  We just let it sit there as we hugged and laughed.  Oops...  And that desk in the back room?  I learned how to sew on that desk and spent many late nights and early mornings telling myself "Just one more thing..."  And that patio?  That's where Danny and I sat our pumpkins for all the neighbors to see.  And that living room?  That's where 12+ girls would gather to study God's word and share life together.  And that oven?  I used it constantly as I started my search for the best chocolate chip cookie recipe.  (I'm still on the lookout.)  And that bookcase?  That's where we sat my computer when me and my high school girls made a music video.  And that kitchen?  That's where Danny and I made pancakes when I woke him up early because I couldn't sleep.  And that bed?  I did a lot of jumping there.  I hope I never get too old to jump on my bed.  And that space next to my bed?  I was on my knees a lot right there.  Praying, reading, discerning God's will for my life.  And that couch?  Well, that's where my Danny sat me down as he sung to me and got down on one knee.  It's also where we shared our first kiss.  This place is where I started seminary and where I had my first breakdown, too.  See?  I love this place.  I'm sad to go.  But excited for what's awaiting.  

There will be many new memories of eating and praying and reading and writing and sewing and hugging and laughing and jumping and loving life.  And then, one day, I am sure we will move again.  But the memories will move with me.  One more thing to take...one less thing to pack.  Perfect.  

So I guess this is it, little apartment.  Thank you for so much life and growing and learning.  I pray your next tenants experience your Spirit in this place like I did.

PS Did I really choose to move this weekend when my 30 page theology paper is due Monday morning?  Oh yes, I did...  Don't worry- that's the good part about being a "planner".  My paper is finished, the boxes are full, the cabinets and drawers are empty, and the walls are bare.  

Let's do this.