No Perfect Neighbor {Day 18 :: NEIGHBOR}


Let’s get right to the heartbeat of love: neighbor. I won’t ask the question of who my neighbor is, but rather, how am I to love them well? Really, does the excellence of love even matter?

I hesitated recently to love a young mom. Usually, I like to bring a meal to a new mother, but I had no time. Coffee popped in my head. Then I got scared. It seemed simple and very, very vulnerable.

By writing this out, I realize what I’m doing again: complicating love, interjecting doubt and fear, like the cliff I backed away from because this is unknown territory.

A month ago, a different young woman at the tender age of 24 asked me out for coffee, and we talked for 2 hours. I immediately loved her. She didn’t wait for the perfect moment, and neither should I.

This post is Day 18 of 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes 2016

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October 17, 2016