Small Town Living
This is Olde Towne Clinton. The tiny "downtown"in our backyard. The route to campus for C’s classes, and the corner view of my office building. With a full events calendar of farmers markets, acoustic concerts, and monthly trivia nights at the only restaurant there is, it’s true what they say; that there’s something sweet about small town living.
Its quiet, and slower, and when you peek your head in to say thank you to the local realtor for finding you an apartment, you’ll probably be there awhile. And leave with a gift and an invitation to dinner next week.
There’s a faithful train that rolls through and slightly shakes our home as it likes to do. We’re kind of fond of it though really, and miss it when it comes less than its usual 10 times a day. We also miss being able to buy wine in a grocery store, but that’s its own Mississipian situation.
Not in our craziest dreams did we think we’d pack up a U-haul and start a new season here. But now that we're here, it’s more than we thought we needed or wanted. And we shouldn’t be surprised at the faithfulness of the Lord, but our heart’s always tend to need a reminder right? Because even in the mess of this world, in the unknown, and in the broken... His goodness is full, and complete. And He gives us little glimpses of heaven. Like a new friend with a strong southern accent.