I have often joked that wherever we go, we are kind of like the Beverly Hillbillies. I should just blare that music from our car when we enter the neighborhood.
I’m looking for a house right now. I think maybe we should move out into the country!
We are loud and busy and just a lot…
My cul-de-sac in Fredericksburg knew us and loved us still…thank goodness! I can’t tell you how blessed I was to have understanding neighbors…although I can’t imagine they didn’t shake their heads behind closed doors 🙂
The year that my husband left I had to learn a lot about the house and there were many days of decluttering, organizing, and projects…lots of throwing away and fixing. One unintended project was a toilet bowl issues.
I had misplaced a set of keys…a big set of keys. My friend Darcey and I tore the house apart looking for them. No luck. Finally, we had to figure the slow flushing powder room potty was the keys’ location. My littlest daughter was two at the time, and we believed she was the culprit. We tried desperately to remove the keys with coat hangers, plungers, and gloved hands. I won’t go into too much detail, but it was a very dirty job. We finally ended up having to drag the nasty, dripping toilet through the foyer and out into the front yard so we could hose it out and recover the keys.
By this time, my friend Laurie had arrived to assist. My friends are awesome! Darcey, who in her first trimester, was amazing even in her nausea. My friend Laurie was great too. We could barely work for all the laughing. My life had definitely become a really bad sitcom. Darcey stated, “All your neighbors are in their houses calling their realtors right now.” It was probably true.
After having a neighbor be front page news for adultery, watching massive amounts of stuff pile up at the curb, witnessing the craziness and noise of a big family daily, and now a toilet in the front yard…who wouldn’t second guess being neighbors with me?
But they didn’t move and instead they have laughed along with me, helped me more than I can say, welcomed my children into their homes so I could work, taken girls to AWANA, fed my children on crazy days, loaned me tools and ladders and supplies, answered questions, and prayed for me.
Now I’m moving and my heart is breaking for the loss of these neighbors. They cannot be replaced…ever.
Right now, we are guests in my mom’s house and her neighbors don’t know us. But they have heard us, and watched us, and probably been annoyed by us. And I don’t have time for them to really know us. And I wish I could.
I imagine they think I’m crazy. Sometimes I worry what they think of me. I wish it was summer and I could go outside and chat, but I can’t right now. Life is just too busy.
I wonder when we move if we will have the time to invest in our neighbors like I want to. How do single parents make friends? Build relationships. Seriously?
I don’t know how to find time to meet people and even if I did, I wouldn’t have time to spend with them. I know this is a season, but it is a season that I’d like to have the encouragement of friends close by.
I’m not complaining…well, maybe a little…:) I’m ever so thankful for a job, and how could I not feel beyond blessed by my children. It is another opportunity to focus on the positive and pray for answers to the negative.
And maybe I just need to make time to say “hi” to someone, even if I don’t have time. And maybe I just need to call a coworker to sneak away for coffee.
I think it will be easier when I have my own home and leaving isn’t imposing on someone else…because my children rock and are happy to babysit….well maybe not happy, but willing. 🙂
There has to be a reason I’m in this place now…really trying to figure out what it could be. Could it be to spend time building my relationship with the Lord and realizing that He is enough?
It usually, if not always, is that, right? God wants to spend time with us. With me! Sometimes I’m so shocked by that. Why in the world does He want to spend time with me? That’s nuts! But He isn’t nuts…He is loving.
I love spending time with my children. I love hanging out and doing things. I really do love them even when they are rotten. I’d still choose them.
I’m so grateful that even when I’m rotten, God still chooses me. That when my house is a mess…when my children are difficult…when our family is noisy and chaotic…when the yard is decorated with a toilet…when our family falls apart in front of the world…God still loves us! He wants to be with us.
He’d always choose to be our neighbor!