That’s right! We turned the keys in at lunch today and breathed a joint sigh of relief. I have to admit that it’s a little bittersweet to leave Park Pointe North. It was, after all, the first (and second) place we lived together after we got married. It’s where we got our first dog. It’s where I used to hide in the closet during the early weeks and months of our marriage when we’d argue about something stupid. Hey, in a one-bedroom apartment, there aren’t many options for pouting or being mad—well besides actually talking about the disagreement, and who does that when they’re first married? You’ll be happy to know that I never had to use the closet in this last apartment, where we’ve lived for the last year.
We are very pleased with the mission house at Second Ponce de Leon Baptist Church (SPDL, for short) and are very grateful to them for letting us leave there until we leave. Not that I plan to use it, but that closet off the master bedroom is the perfect place for a hideout. : )
Speaking of hideouts, we were especially grateful to have a basement last night. Those storms were intense! We got a little nervous a couple of times, but didn’t need to spend a significant part of our evening in the basement. We did, however, try to sleep on the couch on the main level until most had passed. Finally, at 1:30am, I could take Blake’s feet in my back no longer and we headed upstairs to bed. I hope that’s it for spring storms– goodness knows it caused enough damaged to make up several years of storms.
Today we’re thinking about and praying for our friends at FBC Williams, Alabama. We’re glad to know you all are safe.