Monday, March 9, 2015

Neighbors Are Good

My friend sent me a text about this scarf fence just a couple streets over.
I dropped what I was doing, hopped in the van, and drove over.

Just thinking about it made my heart beat so fast.

Our job is to be a good neighbor, and we tie ourselves in knots trying to figure it out, if we even care at all. For the first 30-some years of my life, I didn't take my calling seriously. I said I was doing just fine, when what I was really doing was nothing.

I wasn't being mean to my neighbor, so that must mean I loved them.

I was so wrong.

Now I know, and some days are better than others. But most days I feel like I need a snappier plan. Or better PR. Or more help. Or a translator.

Just a few streets over, I'm reminded that real love is seeing a need and doing what we can to meet it. That's the way we love ourselves. We meet our needs. Without much fanfare. We do it because it's important. And necessary.

Look around. What needs do you see? What can you do today to meet them?

My eyes are open. I'm ready to move my feet and do something.
I don't need to pray about it.
I don't need to form a committee.
I don't need a grant or an extra hour in my day or another set of hands.

I have all I need.
My daily bread.

My offering.