Throwback Thursdayy

I was racking my brain, trying to figure out the perfect post for this Throwback Thursday.

 

Then it hit me - why don't I just tell what happened yesterday?!

 

 

 

Yesterday, I got to go back to my old house - for the first time since I was 11 years old.

 

We were handing out Easter flyers for our church's Easter service/production, and one of my small group members and I went to a ton of houses handing them out. When we were done, we went to hand out some in her neighborhood (which is where I used to live).

 

It was so weird/cool to walk up that driveway and stand on that front porch for the first time in 13 years.  I thought about all the fun times we had at that house. I lived there from the time I was born until I was 11 years old. We moved the summer after my fifth grade year.

 

I looked at the front yard where me and my brother attempted to sell lemonade in the summer. I remembered how we used to also paint acorns and try to sell them with the lemonade.

 

I thought about how we used to climb the magnolia tree in the back yard, and how I got saved in my bedroom beside my Christmas tree when I was seven.

 

I thought about our beautiful living room and the Christmas trees we always put in there, and waiting up to catch a glimpse of Santa.

 

I thought about being really sad when it came time to move, and how badly I missed that house sometimes at Thanksgiving and Christmas.

 

Then I thought about long summer days playing outside.

I smiled.

 

We talked to the owner of the house for a few, invited him to church, and as we left I felt satisfied.

 

It was cool to go back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

eBa