Yesterday, Kieran and I had the chance to take a ride down memory lane. We were driving around our old stomping grounds here in Columbia, SC and I asked him if he wanted to drive by our old house. At first he said no because he thought it would make him too sad. Then he changed his mind and said that he thought he'd like to go by and see it. We turned into our old neighborhood and he pointed out the sign that had been repainted. Then we drove by the "casa linda" (pretty house) as the kids called it. Actually, Kris and I thought it was probably the ugliest house in the neighborhood since it was painted boy scout blue with bright yellow trim. Children are much more forgiving! We turned the corner and Kieran said, "Our cul-de-sac!" We drove to the end and parked across the street. We saw the perennials that we'd planted in the front yard, the porch swing that Kris had built me for Mother's Day, and even our "Welcome" sign that still hung on the front door. It looked like they were using the planter in the backyard as a garden just as we'd done for so many summers. There were a few new things that showed the new owners were making this their home with many new memories. When we drove off, Kieran said with tears in his eyes, "We probably won't ever live there again, will we?" I said, "Probably not, but, Kieran, this will always be your hometown."
"In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also." John 14:2-3 (KJV)