We quickly became friends with our neighbors when they moved in several years ago. They are kind, generous, faithful, and have lots of great stories to tell. Recently, I have been asking the husband to take care of some things that I just can’t do. My mom and I were talking about him at dinner. Just before they were to move in, he had a massive heart attack and open heart surgery. That delayed their move by several months. But now, you would never know. He is so busy doing all kinds of things. And, as I said, he does things for us that are less than glamorous with a smile on his face. My mom said we have our own saint living next door. I agreed.
I Found God today in my wonderful saintly neighbor.