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 By Cristin Cooper
It had been a moment of mutual pastoral care between my neighbor and I. I had received a text earlier that morning asking if I could take her to the hospital for a sonogram check-up. As we drove to and fro, we asked the other about their weekend plans, grocery list items, and favorite Chick-fil-A meal combos. By Cristin Cooper
On Wednesday, January 23, I came home to find one of my neighbors playing outside with her toddler and Pre-K children. The weather had turned unexpectedly nice and she was making the most of it. As I looked on at their game of tag, I thought the moment made for a good conversation. So, I got out of my car and made my way over to them. My neighbor received my presence joyfully. Together we stood catching up on our Christmas and New Years holidays. Suddenly, her toddler fell down while running on concrete. No major harm had been done, though his interest in playing outside was extinguished. “Well, that’s a wrap, time to go in,” my neighbor said. |
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