Good morning…
I write at our Cochise Drive home one final time. Bitter-sweet. This closing day is bitter-sweet.
Bitter is having our home on the market for 14 months. Bitter is this being the last roof our four kids have ever slept under regularly. Bitter is never again jumping on the trampoline as a family in this awesome back yard, never hosting another Bible study group in this welcoming living room, and never curling up cozy in the big king-sized bed, all six of us together watching a movie before drifting to sleep.
Sweet is the opposite side of the same coin. Sweet is finally selling after 14 months. Sweet is having ten blessed years under the Cochise roof together. Sweet is memories of jumping on the trampoline after sharing dinner on our big back porch, hosting Bible study fall and spring, fall and spring, year after year, and reliving in my mind the joy of all six of us climbing into our big king-sized bed, watching a movie together, and drifting to sleep cozy, connected.
Graciously, God allows the sweet memories to stay, while the bitter fades into one small sentence: “Remember when it took 14 months to sell our home on Cochise Drive?”
These things I [vividly] remember as I pour out my soul… Psalm 42:4a (AMP),
Sue
