Last week I wrote that I would divulge an embarrassing, convicting story about my lack of neighborliness. It was Memorial Day Weekend 2013 so we, of course, found ourselves at our beloved pool. Will and I were relaxing on lounge chairs which faced the diving well. A set of twin boys arrived that were older teens — totally adorable and fit. These boys started doing their stunts off the high dive and I looked at them perplexed.
“Where do we know those guys from,” I asked Will.
He gave them a once over. “I don’t know,” he said. “Here, I guess.”
“No,” I answered. “We know them from somewhere.”
Will was unconvinced. “You’ve just seen them here before,” he said.
But I was sure I it wasn’t just the pool.
Imagine my surprise when I saw one of them a few days later hauling in the trash can NEXT DOOR. I recognized these twins because they are literally our next door neighbors.
Yes, the words of Jesus can sting like the dickens: “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind; and, Love your neighbor as yourself.’” I can hardly love them without knowing them, can I?
Ah, but God is good. He gave me a tiny little way to love my neighbor this week. He faithfully orchestrates my life in such meaningful and undeniable ways.
Trash day was Wednesday and the ten-year-old, hockey-loving girl that lives diagonally across the street had left her lovely full-sized net near the trash can, just by happenstance. A woman driving by thought it was a dirty rotten shame that this perfectly good net was being discarded. I was sitting at my computer when I saw her tying the net to the roof of her car. Obviously I had to stop her.
The sweet woman was grateful to learn the net was not being thrown away, and I helped her lift it off her car. I think she was terribly embarrassed, but I was as gentle as I could be and assured her that I understood completely. My little neighbor, that I know and love and would recognize anywhere, was beyond thankful when I told her about it.
Baby steps, right. Baby steps.
Hoping and praying for more opportunities to love my neighbors in meaningful ways. We truly have the sweetest street — busyness is the lone hurdle. But now that spring has so vividly sprung and we are all spending more time outside, I hope to be a better, more engaging neighbor.
How do you fulfill Jesus’ commandment to love your neighbor?
Hope you have a fabulous weekend!