About two weeks after moving here, Lexie and I came home to take the laundry inside because storm clouds were forming. We went out to the line with our basket…and EVERY SINGLE STITCH OF CLOTHING WAS GONE! We just stood there in disbelief. We both said out loud…”Someone stole our clothes!”
We came inside and could say nothing at all at first. Then Lexie said “What are you going to do, Mom?” What could I do? They were gone and that was that! I said “Well, I guess someone needed our clothes more than we did. We have more. I just hope that they don’t continue doing it because we will run out of clothes fairly quickly”.
We walked back outside. Out of the corner of my eye, something caught my attention. It was my sweatshirt laying on my washing machine. That caused me to stop and look inside of the machine. There…laying NEATLY FOLDED…were all of our clothes.
Later I saw one of my neighbors. She asked me if I found my clothes. She saw the storm clouds and was worried that my clothes were going to get wet. My heart was immediately convicted! I was ashamed that my initial response was fear that someone had taken from me when they had actually given to me!
This past weekend, we went to visit our missionary friends in the northern part of the DR. We got a call from one of our neighbors asking where we were and did we have our dogs with us. Our initial reaction was “Why are they asking that? Is someone planning to break into our house?” It left us a little unsettled. Finally, I said “Well, if they break in, then they need our stuff more than we do.” We continued with our weekend with little worry. However, on the way home, doubt, worry, and fear shared my carseat with me for the last half of our ride. I was a bit anxious to see what we were coming home to.
Neighbors welcoming us back. Neighbors hugging and kissing us and asking if we enjoyed our time away. Neighbors that had watered our plants for us. Neighbors…loving on us!
Yeah, I can be such a smuck!!!
Since we lived in a very small neighborhood in the states, our neighbors watched out for one another. We were very fortunate to have good neighbors.
Due to situations and events over the past couple of years (that had nothing to do with our neighbors), I am incredibly embarrassed to admit that I was becoming cynical and untrusting of others.
This community continues to reach out to my heart and whisper “It’s ok to come out. We want to show you love again.” In my pride and arrogance, I thought that God had brought us here so that WE could help this community…that WE could show them God’s love. He is now teaching me that this community is helping us…that they are showing us God’s love.
My prayer is that our hearts and eyes continue to stay open. God, please use us! Please show us ways that WE can glorify YOU. Please allow our actions to show your love to others in all that we do. God, please help us to…
…LOVE OUR NEIGHBOR…
…because LOVE ALWAYS WINS!!!