We have lived in five different states and eleven different houses and saying goodbye is always hard. But this is different.
Today, we said goodbye to 790 Clinton Circle, the place we’ve called home for the last seven years. It is the longest we have ever lived in one house and it has been the most trying seven years of my life.
As I filled in holes, touched up paint and cleaned the house for the last time, I was overwhelmed with the feeling that I was wiping away and covering up all evidence of how hard life has been the last seven years.
We moved in a family of three, in the middle of the adoption process.
We moved in not knowing how that adoption would change our lives.
I moved in the me before Miles and 790 Clinton Circle would be the place God would break me of me.
790 Clinton Circle became a place of isolation. A prison of sorts. Miles couldn’t handle real life and I couldn’t handle Miles. We stayed locked away inside because keeping Miles safe was hard and important and a full-time job. The walls concealed the cries and screams of a broken desperate mama and it often felt more like a battlefield than a home.
790 Clinton Circle became a place of refuge. In my desperation, God showed up. He knocked on the door, entered my mess, and leaned in. He reached down, grabbed my hand, and slowly pulled me out of the pit I found myself in.
Grace upon grace.
790 Clinton Circle was a great place for our family to land for a season, but we knew it was time to move on. Our neighborhood is defined as a carefully planned, multi-use community that brings out the best in humanity, and for the most part, that’s probably true. But the downfall of living in an area where covenants keep houses and yards nice and neat is that assume the people in those homes have it all together. No mess, no weeds, no junk. And when their grass gets a little too high and the landscape starts to look unkempt, you can quickly find yourself more concerned about the look of their home instead of the people inside.
So when God moved us out to the lake, I fell in love. The neighborhood is a more accurate reflection of me. It’s a little messy, it’s not fancy, and it’s not trying to impress anyone. The view from our house is breathtaking, but the view I fell in love with first was the perfectly imperfect neighborhood that we now call home. Cars are on blocks in front yards, several homes have mini junk yards around back, and weeds surround vans that haven’t been moved in a long time. Children run and play in the streets speaking languages I don’t speak and I can’t wait to learn all of their names.
790 Clinton Circle prepared us for this day, for this season, and for this neighborhood. Our new home is our new mission field. It is the place that we pray will have a massive impact for eternity. I am so grateful that He trusted us with a space that, every time we come and go, we see needs. Physical needs that we can meet that will prayerfully open doors for us to share Jesus.
Clinton Circle, you served us well. You blessed us with sweet neighbors who became friends and memories that will last a lifetime. And tonight, we say a tearful goodbye.
“There is a season for everything
and a time for every delight and
event or purpose under heaven-“