Due to the prompting of the sweet babies above, I have had my first, introduction-to-the-neighbors success! It turns out that the man, woman, and baby “across the way” have names! Who knew!
We drove by their house yesterday, returning home from my oldest kids’ last day of summer camp. The woman was in her yard, holding her baby by the hands and walking her around in the grass. Emry pipes up, “awww, baby,” and Lexi chimes in, “I want to meet that baby!” It was too perfect a situation, that I could not doubt divine intervention. “Okay, Kristel,” I said to myself, “you can’t put it off any longer.”
We dropped off our stuff in the house and I rushed Emry to put his shoes back on (he takes them off first thing when he gets in the car after I get him from daycare). We started walking “across the way” and I noticed my neighbor had gone inside. I almost turned around as I thought, “maybe I’ll be interrupting her…she could be changing her daughter’s diaper and not be able to get there on time…” but the kids started running ahead of me and continued our odyssey. I arrived at her door, rang the bell, and waited.
She opened the door and I started to ramble, “I saw you out…I’ve seen you a couple of times, but I still haven’t come by…I just wanted to introduce myself, even though I’ve lived here for four years…my name is Kristel and my husband is Seth, who you’ve probably seen out already.” She nodded and introduced herself as Heather and her husband is Charles. Her daughter, Harper, is seven months old, she answered after I continued to probe for more information. I wondered if she was a stay-at-home mom and she said she was a special education teacher at the primary school and her husband was also a special education teacher and coach at the high school. Is it crazy that I wanted to get on the district’s website and find out more about them?
Funny that something that caused me so much dread and anxiety was so simple. I was elated afterwards because I was so proud of myself, but mostly because I made another connection.
James 1:12 reads, “blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him.” I may not be under trial for my faith, but I was under a trial of obeying God’s prompting to connect with my neighbors. I persevered over my anxiety which grips me on a day-to-day basis.
I definitely have been shown that to obey God’s direction is not as scary as I thought it to be. I have many more neighbors to introduce myself to, so “here I come, neighborhood!”