People don't usually drop in without calling. I used to want people to call, because it gave me time to pick up the messy house, but, lately, I've been pretty good at keeping a cleaner, more clutter-free house, so it doesn't bother me when people do. I'm usually ready to visit.

My next door neighbor drops by, once in awhile, and I always enjoy it when she does (even the few times she got me out of bed while I was napping).

Usually, when she drops by, it's to sell some fund-raiser for her kids, which is fine. I usually buy one thing and don't spend much money. I remember how much I hated my own kids' fundraisers. I never went door-to-door, but, sometimes asked people I knew to buy. So, I feel Ok about now helping a parent with young kids out of the bind of "what-to-do-about-fundraisers". And, it gives me an excuse to visit with her. Otherwise, we often don't see each other much.

Yesterday, however, my neighbor specifically dropped by with a prayer request. I thought that was so cool, that she knew and respected us enough to ask us to pray. Her older son's 18 y.o. girlfriend was in a bad car accident, was thrown from the car, is in SICU, is still unconscious, and, if she recovers, will have a long road of recuperation ahead of her. We ended up having a really good conversation about faith, the power of prayer, etc.

~ Faith