Back in January I came across a very neat looking old door in the basement of the Hundley House — the house where we are renting an apartment.  The neat looking door was just leaning against the wall in one of the many cold and lurky basement rooms of the house.  It was narrower than most normal doors — giving it a cool factor, it was solid oak and very heavy, it had a skeleton keyhole, and it is almost about 100 years old!!!  Some of you may already know this, but the Hundley House is one of the oldest homes in Carbondale, thus making it a historic site.  The home is an old brick mansion built in 1915 by Mayor J. C. Hundley and his wife Luella.  The inside of the house is split into three apartments.  If you are interested in the history of the house, look it up, because it is QUITE interesting (murder, suspense, etc.).

I decided that I wanted the door, but I knew it wasn’t mine to take.  I told Greg about my secret desire.  Greg said that I should prayerfully ask the landlord for it.  So, I prayed and asked God that if I should have this door, let the landlord say “yes”.  But if there was to be any reason that I should not have the door, let the landlord say “no”.

The next time I saw my landlord outside the house I asked him if I could have the door in his basement.  He looked at me with a quizzical expression and asked me why I would want a door.  I tell him my reason, he gives me more of that same quizzical look and says, “ok, well whatever floats your boat.”  So I got the door!

Greg did a thorough cleaning of the door.  And now, it hangs from our living room wall.  : )