On March 7, 2006, Grant proposed to me in his tiny Faith apartment. Shortly after that we began to look for a home to live in once we were married. From what I remember we walked into a newly remodeled house in Rockwell and it was love at first sight for the both of us. Grant bought that house in June 2006 and moved in with a roommate to help make the payment. In order to honor our marriage and our “first home experience”, he chose to live only downstairs and save the upstairs for our room once we were husband and wife. One year later on June 9, 2007, we made that house the Hinson Home.
I guess that’s why as I sit here tonight on the air mattress in the living room of my bare-walled home, it is hard to say good-bye to this material possession. Because if these walls could talk they would tell you a lot of intimate details about The Hinson’s.
If these walls could talk, they would tell you of the first argument we had as husband and wife, the first time we talked about finances, and how excited I was to have my first job as a nurse.
If these walls could talk, they would tell you of the long night conversations we had when Grant was first called into the ministry, the long nights he had writing papers, and the excitement as graduation from Gordon-Conwell took place.
If these walls could talk they would tell you of the times I burnt dinner, the times we danced together in the kitchen, and the times we sat in the rocking chairs on the front porch.
If these walls could talk they would tell you of the time I took my first pregnancy test, the time we discussed baby names, and the time we brought our first baby (and second) into this home.
If these walls could talk they would tell you of the time those babies took their first steps and said their first words, the nights we read the Bible to them, and the times we rocked them to sleep.
If these walls could talk they would tell you of the prayers that have gone up for many of you and the prayers that have gone up for direction in our lives.
If these walls could talk they would tell you of the time our sweet neighbor sat on our couch and told us she had breast cancer and we cried with her and her husband and the time tonight when we hugged and cried some more because we have to say good-bye as neighbors.
If these walls could talk they would tell you of the many friends who have encouraged us, the many younguns who have sat at our dinner table, and the many people who have helped us in so many ways.
If these walls could talk they would tell you of the many tears, prayers, and conversations that we had before we surrendered to life as missionaries.
I can’t help but think that since this home was built in 1922, these walls have seen a lot more than just this life. Our prayer is that the next family that chooses to make their home here is blessed just as much as we were by living here and that these walls would see a lot more love.
So as we say good-bye tonight to our home of many firsts, may we say hello tomorrow to our next home of many firsts. We are confident that God has great things in store for us in Lancaster and tonight we look expectantly towards that promise. May we give our next set of walls even more good things to talk about.