It’s not just a hop, skip, and a jump away to the nearest neighbor out here in the country. That’s why we never expected to get to know anybody… not in a real personal way. So imagine our surprise when in the first week of moving in, we got not one, but TWO full-out dinner invitations (which we accepted). For our family of eight, it’s no small feat having us over.
When a neighbor saw our moving truck hurtling down the road, he and his son sped over on their bikes to help us unload. Another neighbor brought us a plate of home baked cookies, and another brought us a box of chocolates. That sweet couple even brought a pen and paper to write down all the children’s names and ages so they wouldn’t forget.
As someone who likes everything just so before inviting people in, it’s been a humbling experience for me. Everyone wants to see the fixer upper in its “before” state. Oh my!
I never expected how much this house would stretch me… physically, emotionally, and even spiritually. I also never expected the blessings we would receive through the kindness of strangers we now call friends.