I lived with Ryan and Kendra for a full year after I graduated from college. The three times now I've been back to Wheaton since moving to Oregon, going over there has felt a bit surreal.
Unlike the other places I called home in my five years in that town-
campus, which is now teeming with infants I don't recognize, or the house seven of us lived in after HNGR which is blessedly rented to a family who appears to be taking way better care of it than we did,
Ryan and Kendra's looks virtually exactly the same.
Same dining room table set with the same cloth napkins and same Anthropologie glasses.
Same sunny couch where I had all my quiet times in the mornings and same wall hangings from Ten Thousand Villages in every room.
Same Book of Common Prayer on the coffee table and same organic food in the fridge.
After we ate last Thursday, I had the strong urge to say,
"Hold on, before dessert I'm gonna just go get ready for bed, be right back."
It felt completely like if I opened the door to what had been my bedroom, I'd find my quilt on the bed, my pictures on the wall and my clothes in the closet.
But there is this one wonderful, wonderful change in their house.
The Lord has done great things for us,
and we are filled with joy.