In the process of getting our home ready to sell and downsize, we took on a project that was so personal, close and reflective.
My bride and I have “Empty Nest Syndrome” now. We also have a home that fit the time and place for our kids growing up. Now it’s time to move on. They are where their feet are. They are happy and living the lives that God planned for them. That was our goal when we moved into this wonderful home.
Now it’s time to move on too.
Staging and preparing a home for sale can be stressful. It can also be a time of reflection. Being the empath that I am, it’s been a reflection.
This weekend I moved out of the “office” that has been many things so we could clean it up.
It was my sales office for many years.
It became my recording studio in recent years.
20 years of history in a little 12×10 room.
In this room I closed major deals that paid our bills.
In this room I have been rejected for many other opportunities and job offers.
In this room I have sat with my children as they cried over fears of the future, broken hearts, broken dreams, exciting plans and big wins.
Our forever furry friend died right here in this room (RIP Wubzzy).
These walls have heard over 300 recordings of other peoples stories on Unscripted.
These walls have held pictures from my children, friends, gifts and so much more.
These walls were marked with each nail, thing and time I wanted to honor the gifts I received.
Isn’t that life though? Our bodies and minds are marked with a history of joy and pain. They are marked with laughter and tears. They are marked with wins and losses. If there was ever a representation of mine, that wall would be it.
Here’s the best part…..
We can begin again.
It’s not your last chapter, it’s your next chapter.
Time, paint, sanding and patience can change a lot.
Jesus did that for each of us.
That wall shows no sins now. As far as the east is from the west.
Calvary covered it all.
Soon we’ll sell this home. Our hearts and memories will forever be tied to it. My memories of this 12×10 space and what those walls know are a part of my story.
If these walls could speak, I hope what they heard made someone proud. These walls would say that I’m grateful for each story, tear, victory, sale and loss.
That’s what these walls would say.
AARON CONRAD 