I can't believe it, but we've lived in Missouri almost two years, already. Where has the time gone? We moved here and really knew no one. And we didn't move into a neighborhood. We moved to a farm house, out in the middle of fields. We can not hit a neighbor's house with a rock if we wanted to. And, yet, if you look out our front door, you can see a cute farm house settled in the middle of a wheat field. We've taken hundreds of pictures of this house. Mostly because we've taken hundreds of pictures of Mid-Western sunsets, and well, the cute farm house is straight West of our house.
It is with a heavy heart that I'm writing this post. You see, the cute farm across the line, is the home of a wonderfully sweet family. That family has been SUCH a blessing to us since moving here. We've had so much fun getting to know them, and the kids have really enjoyed playing with their boys. But that all ends this month. They are moving onward and upward. The husband is going to Optometry School, and well, there isn't one right here. So, off they go. May God bless them with amazing new neighbors, wherever they may be. I thank God often for the blessing of wonderful neighbors. It sure makes life more enjoyable when you have someone to share it with. And I also pray for whomever may move into that cute farm house.
Don't take your neighbors for granted. And if they bother you, pray for them. There may be a reason you're placed together!
Gilbert K. Chesterton
We recently had a yard sale with the neighbors, and here's the only picture I took for the two days. Here's 3 of the 5 kids eating homemade pizza.