This morning I slowly started pulling clothes out of my closet and off their hangers. It is setting in as I fold shirts that have found their home inside 309 Seawell for years, now they too are moving on to a new home. It is fitting that it would rain so frequently my last week here. The skies have opened pouring water forth. It is almost like God knows I almost don’t have any tears left. At random moments I cry. In those moments I reach out for comfort and I am reminded that Jesus promises to be my unshifting constant as I say goodbye and as I say hello.
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