A Gift From God

 Last week I wrote of despair. This week I write of comfort and hope.

Last night Pam and I had just finished eating dinner and were both collapsed on the sofa resting when suddenly the door bell rang, sending Lucy into a barking frenzy. So much for our after dinner snooze. At the door I was greeted by Kennedy and Sully, the two girls from next door, ages 11 and 9, both of them grinning from ear to ear. They presented us with a fresh out of the oven treat that Kennedy made from scratch…

There was no special occasion. I had done nothing special to warrant this. Kennedy just showed up on my doorstep to give us something she had made. In case you’re wondering—it was delicious.

Those kids mean the world to us. We have known them since the day they were born. We have watched them grow, along with their big brother Cash. It’s one of the advantages to staying put, putting down roots, living in the same house in the same neighborhood for 30 years. You become part of a community. You learn to care for people and you find that they care for you in return.

There’s a lot wrong with our country right now. Our society is sick. But we are far better than our worst moments. Kindness still lives in our hearts, and when you’re on the receiving end of kindness from your beautiful young neighbors it feels like a gift from God.