Help? I look around and see my neighbors. They greet me every time they see me, they are busy in their lives, they are lovely people. If I ask for something, they do what they can to help. I just do not feel as if I am a good neighbor. This year more than any other year. I am not out working in my garden (though the rain has been so relentless!), I am not calling on them, or making phone calls, or even texting them.
I have invited no one over for so many years, other than the occasional barbeque and I mean occasional. Since the kids have grown, I have been less of an active neighbor. The only thing I have continued to do for these precious folks, is to pray for them, pray for their children, their relationships, their knowledge of the Lord.
For years, I wanted to have a block party, or tea parties and I allowed all those other obligations to get in the way. Some of it has to do with pride, some of it has to do with fear, neither of which are on the list of recommended friends for a believer. Insecurity also looks to sit at my table, how to compete with the great cooks, incredible community changers, amazing hosts and hostesses and then there is my fear of political argument. The last time I believed someone about having a discussion, I lost two friends, and that was just because I said I was excited about having the discussion! Up until then, they had made assumptions about my political standings because I do NOT discuss politics.
The answer? I know. It is not about competing, or being a better volunteer or hostess. It is about being the best me in Jesus that I can be. Jesus sits both sides of the aisle, caring not for standings other than with the Father.
I am looking forward to retirement. (This year.) But I don’t want to set myself up for disappointment. I don’t want to say I’ll do all the things I have always wanted to do for my neighbors and then fall short once more.
More Than Anything
Lord, give me the courage to reciprocate, invite, enjoy these people for whom I have prayed, hoped for and appreciated. Help me want you Jesus, more than anything.
Because of Him,