Boy did we goof this morning! We got to church early! People are creatures of habit. I’ve heard it said, that if you want to see what kind of Christian someone is just sit in their pew on Sunday morning. Most people sit in almost the same spot every week in almost every church. We’ve been late up until now, so we could just sit where ever there was room for us. Getting there early made things tricky.
We leaped in and sat down, gingerly waiting for whomever we’d now misplaced. It happened, the family walked in, turned to their pew and…….. laughed. However, I think we should play it safe and just continue to be late for church!
We have two neighbors. Both have welcomed us kindly to our new home. One family raises Bison and brought us homemade muffins and daffodils. They don’t bat an eye at the sounds of the kids ‘hunting’ those nasty pigeons in our barn. The other is a widower farmer and his fields ring our home. He brought us ‘breakfast’ yesterday. Eggs from his hens, non-store bought bacon and sausage! He is our expert to all the things we don’t understand (which are many) but especially about irrigation ditches, ponds and the history here. With only two neighbors, we couldn’t have asked for nicer ones!
I’ve spent the last few hours on our tractor, Jubal. I was using the blade on the back to 
‘smooth’ out the land where it was lumpy. This actually entails steering with your left hand, adjusting the hydraulics with your right hand, driving forward and looking backward. Good thing I know how to multi-task! Tractor driving is simply gardening on steroids!
Sitting in the same row with the same people you came with…That is so true no matter where you gather with a group…I never did understand how people who profess to be Christians aren’t better at making other people feel welcome, unless, of course, they are the greeter that week. Carole K.
Curious about the widower neighbor……..does he need a city girlfriend?
Oh man this all sounds so good! thank you for the vicarious living! Praise God for good neighbors!