Yesterday we retraced a once well-worn path. After walking round the duck pond at El Dorado Park, we decided to walk 'home', past the house I lived in from age 1. No longer ours. A new season.
We rounded the corner of the church and saw that they have reseeded the front lawn, replacing Mom's azaleas and hostas with drought resistant cacti, paving a walkway to the drive, cementing over the planter by the porch. It looked great.
A lady emerged from the front door and went to her car. I approached and introduced myself. She graciously took us inside to meet her daughter in law, expecting their first child, who kindly showed us the house. So familiar, so different. Not many changes, but bigger furniture, new curtains, air con, a room ready to welcome a baby.
We chatted, shared. And then we left.
It was a God-ordained encounter. Mom is comforted to know prayers have been answered, the home that meant so much to her, to us, has a lovely family living there, ready to grow, ready to thrive in that loving place where we thrived.
A new season.
Thank you Lord.
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