It was bound to happen.
If you put something up for sale, someone will eventually come along and want it.
So after a few months on the market, my parents’ house—my childhood home—has a buyer.
In less than two weeks, a new family will be living in the bedroom I slept in for years. Taking showers in our pink bathroom. Cooking in our paneled kitchen.
But they’ve asked for something from us. They want our history.
They want to know our story in the house.
So my three siblings sent me their memories last week.
- Throwing New Year’s Eve parties in the basement
- Working Daddy’s big garden on the top of the hill
- Singing hymns around the piano in the living room
I’ll compile their memories and add my own to give to the new family.
But also to give to us, to say our final goodbye to the house we grew up in. And to put an exclamation mark on “Job well done!” to our old family home.
It served us well.
There was power in that place.
Our houses aren’t just four walls to store our stuff with a roof to keep the rain out. The breathing space in our homes—the space surrounding the stuff—is valuable. That is where life happens. Where lessons are learned. Where people are loved.
What will your family remember about your house in the years to come?
Now is the time to shape it into what you want it to be.
Claim the power in the place where you live.
- Want it to be a house of worship? Crank up the praise music.
- A refuge of peace? Develop an unoffendable spirit.
- A place to learn? Nurture open minds and open books.
Even though we’ll hand over the keys to our house at the end of August, I’ll keep my memories of Daddy sitting at the table on Saturday nights putting the final touches on his Sunday morning Bible lesson. I’ll remember waking up every morning to my mama cooking homemade biscuits in the oven with a Tupperware container of Golden Eagle syrup on the table (still my favorite breakfast).
And I’ll never forget the love rooted into us four kids there by a set of parents who wanted to do best what God wanted them to do the most.
Yes, there’s power in a place. It lives on in me.
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What memories do you have of your childhood home? What memories are you making for your kids now in you current home? Please share in the comments.
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