Last weekend, between sighting in rifles for deer season, Darco, MC, Jim, and myself started to embark on an adventure I never thought would happen.
We began the moving process.
It’s gorgeous. The basement has the drywall completed, along with the painting. Tiling is being installed right now.
Stepping outside with MC, I noticed a noise I never imagined hearing in isolation again…
As it turns out, after final calculations, there are a grand total of 62 miles…62…miles…of running trails around the lake that our house sits on.
I don’t know if Darco has had this sensation, but each time I’m at the house I have to remind myself that I’m not visiting. This isn’t a friends house. It’s a strange, almost sobering, sensation of accepting this gift. Believe me, any reader here knows this, this is a gift.
We’ll be completely moved in over the weekend.
God is good. In ways I’ll never understand, but each day I lock the front door, it’ll be s gentle reminder of what God does.