Becoming a Good Neighbor (14)

A few weeks past I mentioned wanting to become more neighborly, to be a neighbor in my thinking and life style. It is interesting how God has taken my statement and prayer and is making it into a new reality for me. All I have provided is a willingness and a desire to change in this area of my Christian living. Nothing else.

It is happening. I have listened, babysat, provided meals, opened my home for visits, and have allowed my daily agenda to be altered at will. I am learning to “let it flow.” Sometimes I begin to resist because I have my plans and wish to stay home, and then I remember my prayer and my wish to change.

In this endeavor, I am finding myself saying “yes” instead of “no” to things that take up my time, time I would actually prefer to keep to myself. I am reminded, a person should never pray for something they are unwilling to do. God takes us at our word. We should too! If we ask for something, we should expect Him to act on it.

I am finding that being a good neighbor is helping me to come out of my self-imposed “hermitage” and moving me forward. I must say, it is becoming a great blessing to me. A new day is here!

Excerpt from October, 2014 in my upcoming new book “A Golden Silence: Moments with God at Vina Monastery.”

The Need to be Loved is Huge

What do you need? What do I need? What is the greatest need we all have as humans?
You need love. I need love. We all need to be loved. It is our greatest need.

People can meet that need. Some will love us. The fortunate ones are loved from the moment of their birth. Their family is crazy about them. Some are not so fortunate.

Twitter  NEEDBack in the 1980s my two year old son was in the hospital for two weeks with a broken femur. It was a nasty break. He was in the pediatric unit with his legs strapped up in traction. In the room next to us there was an infant, a baby boy about two months old. This baby was born with multiple birth defects. His hands and feet were bound in wrappings and it was mentioned to me that he had hydrocephalus as well. The room where he lay in a crib was always dark. Never once did I see a visitor or family member in his room and I was at the hospital every day. The on-duty nurse would care for him, but no one held him for more than a few minutes at a time. Rarely was he taken out of the room. The little guy seemed abandoned, unwanted, and he seemed to receive only the basics of care. It made me wonder the particulars. It bothered me. I felt it in my maternal heart, that he was being withheld from bonding with an adult, as if his little life didn’t matter. We need love to survive. He needed love. That was the point. The neglect of one so young hurt me to watch.

Some have known so little love.

There is one who meets our love-hunger need. It is Jesus. He meets our need to be loved regardless of what the world around us should imply about our worth and value. Jesus walks with us. He talks with us. He listens to our woes and celebrates our joys. Jesus caries our burdens and lifts our cares, even when we are too weary to ask him to do that for us.

Jesus loves you. He always will love you. You can count on his love. It never fails. Never, ever fails. You can take that to the bank!