This is it... my last night in B205.
As I was going through my mental check list of everything that needs to be packed and ready by 730am. I got a text from my neighbor that lives below me. His name is Jay and he asked if I was home and awake. I of course said yes and within minutes I heard a knock at the door. He and his sister brought me a good bye card and a box of brownies.
It could be that I'm overly emotional because of so many changes happening, but I was really touched by the gesture. When I first moved into this apartment complex I baked batches of brownies for every neighbor around me as a "Hi, I live here and I want to get to know you". After knocking on a couple doors the thought occurred to me that these people might think I'm crazy.
In the card he wrote how I was the only person he ever connected with out of our neighbors and that he was sad to see me go. We never had deep conversations, it was mostly a hi's and bye's, the occasional how are things going or a "Hey can you turn the music down?". Ya, I was THAT neighbor. I'm getting old people. I never really realized what an impact was being made by our interactions.
31 The second is equally important: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] No other commandment is greater than these.”
God has called us to love our neighbors as ourselves. In my case He meant literally love my neighbor as myself. But I confess that I didn't always want to, nor did I always do it. I felt an instant conviction upon receiving that gift because I felt like I could have done more to reach out and build a better relationship.
Relationships will always be the root of what brings someone to Christ. Regardless of where you are in your relationships with non believers, don't give up. Keep pursuing, and keep interceding on their behalf. Plant the seed, water the seed, and let God do what He does best.
My point to this is that you never knows who's life you could be effecting. What may seem small to you could mean the world to someone else.
It's moving week for me here in apartment B205, which means my life has consisted of boxes, tape guns, and newspapers.
You never realize how much stuff you accumulate until you start taking things out of your closet. How can one person have so much? My triple doored closet quickly turned into my nightmare when I realized how much clothes I had. Out of the 100% that I have, I probably wear about 10% of it. Everyone knows I'm an outfit repeater. No shame.
It all started to sink in yesterday. I sat in my living room looking at my bare walls that no longer contained the photos they once had. Now what lies in the midst of these walls are memories.
This will forever be the place where I really grew up and grew into my own person.
As much as I'll miss this place I call home, I am really looking forward to this new season. I've lived in Corona for 25 years. It's been my home town, my growing place, my familiar. But now I know it's time for a new familiar and a new season of discovering a new city.
I have a feeling God is going to blow my mind with what's to come.