Sunday morning, we had a couple of last visits to do. We went to church at our old building, and were a little dissapointed at how few people we recognized. So many people have moved, and some were out of town for the holiday weekend. So, we said goodbye to the Parker's who were fabulous hosts, letting us use their driveway and electricity, and bathroom, and for feeding us and for the hours and hours of conversation.
Then, we made one more stop at the new inner city church where more people who we used to go to church with now attend. We found several people who we had worked with quite a bit when both Daddy-o and I served as leaders. It was great to see how well everyone was doing. One couple who had been struggling with a lot of challenges when we lived there had a crazy story--one day, they woke up and there was a baby girl on their porch. They don't know where she came from, but they were able to adopt her. They'd never had kids, and were older, and so incredibly grateful to have the chance to be parents, and it seems like it has really helped them find the meaning in their lives that they needed. It was so sweet to see.
And then these two sisters--I was hoping to see them, but they weren't at church that day. Their mom had cancer when I worked with her, and she passed away last year, but I wanted to see them. We were walking out to the van when we heard people calling, "Sister Mercer! Sister Mercer!" I knew those voices and turned around to see Sherry and Sabrina running towards us. We ended up in a big, weepy group hug. There's nothing quite like the relationship that develops between people when you spend time together at challenging moments in their lives. We really grew to love this family. I'm so glad that they caught us.
And then, we headed south, apparently to the same spot all the other vans wanted to go to.
We spent the afternoon at Congaree National Park,
which was a beautiful swamp.
We learned all about cypress knees,
and these semi-seasonal pools.
We found fungi
and enjoyed walking for a couple of miles on the boardwalk through the floodplain.
It's not a really big place, but perfect for an afternoon of exploring.
(I love catching these moments, although right after this picture, Daddy-o put him in a headlock and it turned into a wrestling match, haha. But a photo makes it all look so sweet.)
This was so unique compared to any other park we've visited.
I'm so grateful that we've had this experience for the past month--it hasn't all been easy, but the memories make it worth the hard parts.
Love my travel buddies.
And then we ended up in a parking lot for the night. I'd hoped to camp in the NP, but they don't have any camping for vans, so we decided to keep driving for a bit to get us closer to our first stop for the next day. More parking lots than I'd like, but they're just so convenient.


















































