Love My Neighbor as Myself?

A good neighbor is a fellow who smiles at you over the back fence, but doesn't climb over it.  Arthur Baer
Several from our mid-week life group missed our meeting but the stimulating topic offered the mere seven of us much to chew on and discuss.  The living room overflowed with chatter.Sunday's sermon topic, Love Your Neighbor as Yourself, ignited stories of hard-to-love neighbors we encounter  who we live near, work with or brush elbows with throughout our day.  I find myself dwelling on the Bible verse we noted in Luke 10:27 which got our conversation rolling:
"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind and, Love your neighbor as yourself."

The key for me, "as yourself," sparked a memory of my neighbor who lives down the street whom I've written about in the past.  She ignores boundaries.  Her frequent visits with her kids in tow who wander throughout my home touching everything re…

Reaching for the Goal

While eating dinner at our daughter's last Saturday evening, she mentioned she  missed her sister and family in San Diego.  She took a few vacation days and suggested the 450 mile road trip.  Our husbands felt better about it if she didn't go alone but take me along.  She didn't have to ask me twice!  By Sunday morning I was packed and ready to go!  It took us over eight hours.  We jam-packed each day with fun in the sun enjoying the ocean and our family.

Mission Beach Boardwalk stretches about 2-1/2 miles.  It's lined with shops and restaurants, bicycles, skateboards, condo rentals and lovely sidewalk flowers to enjoy.

We babysat my youngest granddaughter while her big sister went to school and their parents could get away for a nice lunch by themselves.  The little one is turning four.  After dinner at Chuck E. Cheese, we had a party with homemade cupcakes and frosting.  

My family knows my happy place is Balboa Park with it's pretty fountain, flowers, museums, arbo…

Should I Tip?

Let me tell you about the big debate at our house this past week.  The husband claims we should always tip the waitress when we order carry-out food from a restaurant.  I thought to tip in a restaurant is optional.  Friendly and efficient service calls for a reward and wait staff knows when they do well, it pays off.
This all came up from a media report about a waitress who worked at a popular steakhouse chain.  She was thrilled to be the one to get the called-in order from a Christian mega church buying lunch for a big meeting.  The order totaled over $700 and took her an hour to prepare.  The fellow who picked up the order did not include a tip when he paid for it.  The disappointed waitress expressed her exasperation on social media. 
It Gets Worse The waitress returned to work the next day to learn the restaurant fired her.  Apparently, the boss read her social media page!  In the meantime, the Christian church also read her social media post and determined to fix the offense.  Th…

The Crabby Customer and The Preacher

My heart felt like it would burst as I listened to Christians call in to the Christian radio station and testify about the great preacher, Billy Graham, this week.  The man of God loved people and labored across the world to share Good News.
I never met Billy.  My mom and I watched one of his crusades on T.V. in the sixties.   But I have my own Billy Graham story and I hope it honors him.
Years ago, Mrs. Richardson purchased a home from our office.   She became ill after she moved into her new home where the master shower developed problems.  Business increased and our office contractors couldn’t handle the service load.  But tenacious Mrs. Richardson kept calling and seemed crabbier each time.
One afternoon after I returned from lunch, the office manager offered to give me the rest of the day off if I would visit Mrs. Richardson and assure her we would fix her shower. 
When I parked my car in her driveway, I distinctly heard in my spirit that I should offer to pray on my knees with Mrs…

How I Overtook an Intruder With the Word of God

The mundane task of stripping my bed turned exciting this week. 
I pulled off the heavy bedspread onto the floor when I noticed him and let out a scream.  Tom ran to my side.  The lizard paused at the bedside, but ran faster than Tom’s grasp and fled under the bed.
“He’s a baby lizard and won’t hurt you or crawl on you,” Tom warned.  But I secretly prayed for some divine help to catch him.
Early the next morning I sat perched on my bed with my fuzzy throw blanket, cup of coffee on the side table and Bible on my lap. The lizard crawled up on the blanket and peered at me atop the pages of my Bible.  I remember I screamed and my hands flew in the air.  The Bible and the blanket fell to the floor.  Tom bolted into the room, this time faster and focused.
“Check under the Bible fanned open on the floor!”  Sure enough, the lizard ventured out to be easily captured this time from underneath the opened pages.  That’s how I overtook the intruder in my home with the Word of God.
God's Word is a …

The Tattoo Debate

My mother couldn’t believe it when I called her on the phone and told her about the pretty, small-stemmed red rose I chose for an imprint just off my shoulder in the famous tattoo studio close to where I stayed in San Francisco.  She muttered something negative about that sailor’s influence meaning Tom, of course.  This took place many years ago.

Maxine is right, in fact, that years later those once cute tattoos lose their appeal.  Last year, Tom introduced me to a tat artist in our small town who told me he could not remove what looked today like a glob of ink on my back but he promised a new design in that spot.  He drew a white daisy, my favorite flower, over it while Tom looked on.
Now it is my daughters who bring it up and not my mother.  While helping me get dressed after surgery, they both voiced their opinions when they noticed my daisy design.  I decided to take a tip from my mom and responded:  “Remember, girls, I married the fun guy!”
Let’s just say my sons-in-law are of the p…

Side By Side

A past memory surfaced this week of when I worked in sales, specifically when I sold a home to Katherine.  Of all the sales and all the homes, Katherine stands out and for a good reason.
I stood by her side that bright autumn afternoon when Katherine’s singlewide manufactured home, with a few upgrades, rolled on to her moderate patch of land on a cul-de-sac close to the major interstate.  Katherine could not contain her excitement when the truckers turned the corner on to her street.  You see, this home was her first.  She saved to get it and her pride of ownership spilled on to me.  I still remember her words like it happened yesterday.  She expressed her feeling as “blessed beyond her dreams.”  She couldn’t wait to move in and decorate her humble home and make it her own.  Katherine told me she wanted to do something for me.  She wanted to reward me for all the hard work to make her dream come true.
“It’s really not necessary, Katherine.  But if you’re in the neighborhood sometime, dr…