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March 5, 2009
“Miika, look…there’s your very own playground, your own sledding hill, your soccer field, and best of all, look at your castle! And Mommy & Daddy are the castle-keepers.”
“Yea, and we can walk to school!” Miika replied.
Castle-keepers, and this is the view from our castle…long leaded windows where I can see the feet of passersby because we’re in the “garden apartment.” The pipes over our heads thunk as steam and water clash, the train rumbles by, there’s a swoosh of cars zooming past. And we have embarked on an urban adventure.
Yesterday we went to our house to meet some folks who were interested in buying it…we’ll see about that. But, as I stood there waiting for them to arrive, each room staged and spotless, it was the strangest feeling. I could almost hear the voices echoing from all the gatherings, the memories, the discoveries. Both our children were given life in that house, they learned to walk, talk, sign, ABCs, colors, counting, animals…friendships were born there that will live on. It’s a strange thing letting go of a place to move on to the next. We’re on a raft with no oars, floating down the river called Life waiting to see where it takes us. We’ve moved through a door without walking because the ground under our feet has moved us. Happy, sad, nervous, excited, terrified. If our house sells before we even put it on the market, we’ll know we’re on the right road. Afterall, I am an Israelite at heart, wandering in the wilderness looking for the next sign, even though there’s a pillar of fire by night and a pillar of cloud by day. I need bigger signs and wonders to let me know that I’m headed in the right direction. Every day I ask God to let me know if we’re doing the right thing. I am a Doubting Thomas who needs to see.