It seemed so impersonal, just an identification number. Not a place where love and nurturing take place. Not a place one can always come back to when feeling lost or overwhelmed by the world. Just a block and lot assignment.
Our estimated property tax came this week. Sure one of the things I take notice of is how much I am going to have to pay in taxes. This year though the number at the top made me take notice of how insignificant our home must seem to the county.
Little do they realize that we have a history at block 15 lot 6. How on moving day, I slammed the bathroom door because I was in a rush only to realize that there was no door knob to help me get back out. The door mechanism was there, but no door knob. With everybody else busy unloading a moving truck, how was I going to ever get out? Eventually I figured it out and soon there was a doorknob.
How we brought home three kids home from the hospital and have raised them here. How our door is a revolving one where different kids have come in and made our home their home away from home. Some have been with me from birth until the fifth grade, and how they will always be a part of me. Even if I hadn't given birth to them and no matter how long they stay with me.
How there have also been difficult times. Times where we almost lost block 15 lot 6 due to unwise choices. How I surrendered my sin to the Lord right here at block 15 lot 6, and asked Him to save our home. Which He did and now my life is all about serving Him.
So thank you property tax appraisers office for helping me realize that block 15 lot 6 is more than a place. It's my home!
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