I have lived and moved all over, parsonages to and fro across the south, flopped down and washed up on mean shores through my early manhood, a sailing rack in the navy, and then Grace upon glory I met my lover and in that process, I met my Savior, Christ the King and the three of us made a home for our family. A home here, a home there, and then the home we have lived in 25 years, longer than any other in my life. Today that home passes to another and I write from a college dorm room looking out over fields and trees yellowing with fall, a transitional hearth until we can build in our beloved East Tennessee. Our old home lies across town completely empty, not a sound, no lover making warm, no children growing, no laughter or heartache, no art…empty. Oh but the memory that sweet half acre holds, deep in the wood, brick, and earth, cried in, bled in, life consummated, truly consummated. At 4p.m. today we will sign her away to a young couple, 20 somethings, to see what our home will make of them. She’s like a good ship, true lines, solid, beam and stern align, sails slack now in dock but still seaworthy as we disembark. What a wonderful voyage she has brought us through, the good ship Countrywood, the ship that carried us safely into our old age. Now on to Fair Haven. Her sailing bells are ringing.
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