Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Close Enough to Forget: Neighbors Who Care for Naughty Dogs and Hurting Hearts

About this series:  We all need encouragement, to be reminded we matter. Sometimes the nearest and dearest to us get the least of that needed encouragement. We've all spread ourselves too thin at times leaving little reserved for the ones we've committed to give to most, our spouse. So we're going to do something about it. We're going to focus on the ones living right under our own roof, sleeping in our own bed. But no worries if you're spouse-free. You can apply the encouragement to someone in your life who needs it: children, co-workers, friends, family members. Any soul will do because we all long to know we are seen and heard. Wherever you see "spouse," substitute someone else's name.  So grab a cup of coffee or whatever it is you're drinking today, and get ready to give a little. You'll be glad you did.
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Today, my partner in this series, Lori McClure, is hosting the beautiful, talented, and very funny writer, Amy Sullivan.
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She hiked her pregnant self up the hilly road in front of my house with a dog and three kids.

Smiling, Kristi introduced herself. Welcome to the neighborhood. She lived five houses down the street and around the corner. If I ever needed anything, look for the yard full of toys. She'd see me around.

My new life in North Carolina brightened. After trading the Rocky Mountains for the Blue Ridge Mountains, I was doubtful I'd ever have a single friend in the South. Kristi promised possibility, a glimpse at friendship, a reminder that God didn't just plop me in the South to eat okra and drink sweet tea. 

The next day, I took Kristi up on her offer. I marched my kids through our neighborhood and knocked on three doors (all homes with toys in the yard), but I couldn't find my new, potential best friend.

No Kristi.

Months passed, and I started consuming sweet tea by the gallon, but not okra (never okra).

So, of course, you are totally hooked.  Click here to read the rest of the story.

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