Today is a bittersweet one for our family. A new chapter looms before my wife and I. For me, it will involve a return to two familiar places—graduate school to finish my Master’s degree and the pastorate. For my wife, continued growth—including college—in her varied artistic pursuits.
This new chapter also involves a move about 90 miles south of our home in the historic Thousand Islands region of northern New York. And so, fittingly, we’ve worked very hard this summer and today put our house on the market.
It is a poignant and difficult thing. Our girls grew up in this home which we bought right after the Twin Towers fell in New York City. It is a place stained with memories both joyful and sorrowful. As we returned home from town this evening, we were met with the tearful embrace of our eldest daughter as she realized our home will soon become home to another family. Sigh.
It is a solid old Victorian farm house in a small country hamlet. It was built in 1914, the year the Great War commenced. One learns that it is the people and the love they share that make a house a home. Ours is no exception.
We would appreciate your prayers for us as we launch into this next phase of our lives. Prayers for the sale of the house. Prayers for effectiveness and growth as we journey on to new vistas, new experiences, and new friends. Prayers for the emotional ebb and flow that accompanies such a big step.
We are excited for these new “lines in the book of our lives” (apologies to Dan Fogelberg) that are, even now, being written.