I am so thankful we were able to sell our house and move. Having a friend next door to come help with groceries when I am getting out of the car and visit with me as I start dinner is a gift. So is being able to carpool and trade babysitting with another friend, who volunteered to watch my kids while I ran an unpleasant errand and ended up cleaning up one of the problem areas in our house, just because. When I went to the park to let the kids play through our wait for M, I ran into our friends who live just up the hill from us. We had both had our knitting and had a lovely chat while we worked (and with her husband as well.) I went to a baby shower for another friend who lives in the neighborhood at yet another friends’ house two blocks away. Hysterically, I shot a new client who was referred from the internet, who happens to live six houses away. Every single one of these things happened since Tuesday. Community is a remarkable providence, and I am thankful. These days of great mercies and difficult situations all at once can feel really schizophrenic but having the continuity of community makes them so much easier to bear.
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