God brought us a gift in September.
First, some botanical history of our side yard. Our side yard has a hose outlet, but no way to run automatic sprinklers or even a watering system with out cutting into the cement, which we have to move our trashcans over. We tried putting containers and trellises outside our breakfast room window so that we could look at something besides ugly cinderblock, but they required daily watering in the summer–which didn’t happen. So all that we had to look at out of that window was our trellises and our neighbors.
How to describe our neighbors. Hmmmmm. We have un-neighborly neighbors: the type of people it’s hard to like, let alone pray for. I don’t think I’d be overstating things to call them buggerheads. And we see the neighbors’ house from our breakfast room window whenever we eat.
There’s a little bit of dirt three feet from the trellises. A week or two ago, Rome and I noticed a morning glory vine starting there. It worked its way over to our trellis and gracefully climbed it. Then I helped it over to the other two. Each morning, Rome and I are greeted by the most beautiful flowers. I can’t see my neighbors unless I look through this gift from God. And you know what? It hasn’t changed their cruddy behavior one bit, but it has reminded me that He created them and that He loves them and longs to be in relationship with them.
