"Jesus is in the neighborhood! Performing miracles and doing good." Today we were blessed by a little boy named Gary, 9 yrs old, who lives next door to my mom. As I pushed Logan past in the stroller, he ran along the fence, calling to his dad on the way, "Can I play with Logan?" The simple blessing of this boy reaching out to my son is beyond words.
He and Logan chased each other up and down the fort and slide; he'd try to tag Logan before he reached the top and then nudge him down the slide, then Logan would return the favor and give him the boot down, laughing all the while. I cheered them on and after Logan got his confidence up, he was nearly running up the ramp.
Then we three went out to feed the deer and look for Gary and his brother Micah's hideouts in the ravines and woods. We cleaned out litter like old beer cans and fast food trash tossed by drivers, and the whole way Logan climbed up the steep slopes, over fallen trees, and through brush and thorny bramble without hesitation. It was a great hike, and Gary kept talking to Logan during our whole visit.
When the girls came over, Gary pushed them in the swing and carried Elinor around and played so well with her that she cried when he had to leave. Gary, who had come over wearing flip-flops, told me he admired Logan's cool neon Nike shoes and that he was going to buy some like that with the Xmas money his mom would give him, adding that his parents were divorced.
During the afternoon, it also came out that Gary's B-B gun was broken, but I told him about a Daisy I have that's too small for me that he could use if his Dad approved. Thank you, Lord, for sending Gary to be our neighbor. It gave my son the chance to play like any boy among other boys. I only pray we can pass on that blessing.
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