The trucks and trailer just pulled out of the sandy yard on Athena Road with all our material possessions.
And I sit.
I’m waiting on Adah to wake up so I can head to Rock Hill, too, but I’m secretly thankful for this time. It’s quiet and empty in here and I can finally let all the emotions flood in and the tears flood out.
I didn’t realize there would be so many tears, but now that they started, they don’t seem to be stopping anytime soon.
So I sit and think and cry and reflect. Thinking about all that these walls have seen while The Hinson Family has occupied this trailer.
I’m thinking that if these walls could talk, they would tell of the fear and worry I had when we first moved in that caused me to sleep in the living room for the first week–with one eye open.
If these walls could talk, they would tell of last night how I slept comfortably and soundly in my bed because I have learned what it feels like to rest in the peace Jesus gives.
If these walls could talk, they would tell of the times this week that we sat with Carmen and laughed and hugged and chatted about how much we will miss each other.
If these walls could talk, they would tell of those same times when He picked us up from our brokenness and wiped our tears, bandaged our wounds, and told us to keep running the race.
If these walls could talk, they would tell of those conversations that resulted in broken chains and freedom in Christ and lives given to a sovereign God.
If these walls could talk, they would tell of the tears we cried for the ones who grabbed hold of God and followed Him, despite the unknowns and the hardships still in their way.
If these walls could talk, they would tell how this family is going to miss this trailer.
We will miss the trips to the store and struggling through language barriers over a cup of coffee.
We will miss the hours of homework helpers and the million hot dogs at every event and the sandy kiddos begging for snacks and drinks.
We are so indescribably thankful to God for this journey He took us on here in Countryside. We have learned what it really means to trust Him, what it really means to lean on Him, and what it really means to serve Him.
While we will miss our neighbors dearly, this is not a final good-bye, but a see ya later. We can’t stay away too long–we might need a hot dog and a Spanish lesson.
Thankful and tearful,