Josh Wells

I loved Sharon's house. I've thought about what to share, but its so much. After thinking for so long, I finally realized the impressions left on me, like how it's crazy that house was a place that I just had to drive by if I had a chance. (Not a stalker. I lived in the same hood) Sometimes, I'd drive to the other house down the street, even though the plan was to stop at Sharon's actual house....because you had to drive by it. 
I don't know about everyone else, but whenever I went over there, and stayed long enough, it seemed like you would see half of the family. My family is nothing like that, and so it always seemed like some kind of weird privilege because I was in the middle of this continuous dynamic that was always going on. I'm talking any given day. I'm talkin ones that hadn't been seen in a while, but they show up when I'm there? My family gets together on holidays and if I see them outside of that then it's random chance. It still amazes me that families can be that way. (Yes, only child...that I know of. Don't judge me) 
Sharon's was a place where you were content. It was a place where it felt like you were totally family. The food was always awesome, and you knew you were at least getting a snack because Steph constantly eats. We all know it. If Juan came over, and guitar was in tow, then you were in for a sweet acoustic concert. 
I've never told anyone this, but it's the place I heard about the real God from somebody that truly believed in what she was trying to explain to me. I've had other friends do the same later, but none of those times were like this. We were in Steph's room and she had just got back from some bible camp and played some teachings, or a sermon that was recorded on a cassette. (Yes, we had those then) She asked me questions, and I blew it off, but I knew what she was doing. It worked as well as it could at the time. Which wasn't much since I was far from ready for Him. I was busy thinking how I can get into as much trouble as possible and not get caught. Later in life, that moment made perfect sense. 
I know I don't have some awe inspiring story or memory like family, or closer friends, but the ones made that involved me mean a lot to me. I carry them with me often and sometimes think about some of the good times I had visiting. Sharon probably doesn't remember, but even my oldest son, Caleb, was there one time. I had brought him over when he was a baby. I drove though a couple of times over the years. I drove by after the tornado. I saw the same as anyone else who had been there working or driven by, and I was saddened too. But, then I had a smile on my face because I got that familiar feeling I had way back when I was a more foolish kid, and I continued to drive by to the other house.