To the Heart of the Matter: The Big Blue House

One day in the summer of 1978, my parents were

riding their bikes through the city of Berkley when my dad stopped at a large vacant lot in the middle of Oakshire Ave. With the idea of a new construction and a large yard as a play space for their growing family, they quickly jumped at the opportunity. Ground broke at closing and on January 17, 1979 with a three year old, one and a half year old, and one due in April, my family moved into the “big blue house” on Oakshire Ave.

It was the place I was brought home from the hospital to. Where I took my first steps, was raised with my four brothers, endured middle school, graduated high school, and survived nursing school. It was the nest I moved out of and moved back into. Where I raised my puppy, first brought “the boy” home to, and the place where I put on my wedding dress on my wedding day.

In an age of fluidity where people are constantly moving, changing jobs and locations, it is rare for an individual to say they grew up in the same house since birth. From a stability standpoint, I have been very blessed. It was the place I craved the most during my time in Georgia and it was the haven I needed when my world then fell apart. Always there, never changing.

After supporting the growth of five children, multiple friendships, sleepovers, birthdays, holidays, and family gatherings… Today, the big blue house was closed.

The sacrifices made by my parents to raise “us 5 kids” are unnumbered. We were always the priority and I never doubted that. This home was the vessel to fulfill the promise my parents made to the Lord in raising “us kids.” Because of this place, I know how to fill my home with love and support, and understand what is eternal. For that lesson, I am grateful.