This is the neighbor that stuffed money down my bra when I refused to take it from her. Yea, that one. She's a hoot!
And that's the one area we have difficulty understanding each other--service. I've been quite ill this week and haven't been able to do much of anything, which frustrates me beyond tears! I'm a worker. But I've had some silly inner ear fluid thing that prevents me from sitting or standing without being overcome with dizziness.
Jean came to check on me. And her remarks were stern. "You do too much for your church! I mean it. You've got to stop doing so much."
How do you explain to someone who doesn't understand that your faith and service are your life. Or that I really don't do as much as I should. And that everyone who comes to my house doesn't expect something from me, but many of them give to me. I've had so many little angels drop by to check on me or bring me a gift of homemade soup or soda crackers and juice. Such thoughtfulness is not uncommon in our church. We look after one another. So when it looks like I am doing a lot of service, it is just what we do. I love to go and teach with our sister missionaries. I wish I could do more. There are so many people who need help of one kind or another.
When she tried to pay me for going shopping with her, I refused. I told her you don't buy friendship. That was when she stuffed the bills down my bra. I had my hands on the wheel and couldn't stop her. It was hilarious and awkward and more than a little uncomfortable.
Love is not static. It is dynamic and full of charity and action. I thank everyone who has been so concerned about me this week. I am able to sit long enough to write this and that is a very good thing.