i’m not sure if you have heard miranda lambert’s song “the house that built me” but today, the lyrics of that song keep going through my head over and over. today is a little bittersweet for me. my parents are moving out of the house that i spent most of my life growing up in.
…it’s where i spent hours and hours in my room…praying, seeking the Lord, writing songs, and playing my guitar.
…it’s where i watched my younger brother and sister grow up year after year.
…it was our home when our family went through different trials…both good times and bad.
…it was there that i spent the summers outside all day long under the sun and the winters inside with my mom’s candles lit through out the house.
…it was where i spent time in my little yellow room, praying for my future husband.
…it was were i brought jay to meet my parents. it’s where i planned our wedding and anxiously counted down the days.
…many christmas memories were made there, many birthdays were celebrated.
i will miss the good ole apple and pear trees in the yard, sitting out on the deck, and going back to visit that old room of mine :) but time moves on and i’m excited for my parent’s move and to see what the Lord has in store. here’s to memories….and the lovely house that built me.