(I preface this by saying I don't know why the formatting is messed up. I have nice, neat paragraphs while I type, but then it screws up when I publish. I apologize in advance.)
So yesterday began the Happy Day project I mentioned last week. Super exciting! However, what I didn't anticipate was super convicting. I wonder if any of you know where I'm going with this.
Yesterday kicked off with a "Treat Your Neighbor" day. We sort of know our neighbors (We live in an apartment building.). We wave and say hi, ask how each others' doing, that type of thing. We even have neighbors that we know are Christians, so they should be 'safe' to take a treat to, right?
I was even off yesterday, with a whole day of baking treats for neighbors stretching before me. Well, plain and simple, I was scared. Scared of what would happen by taking someone a treat. Scared to come out of my comfort zone to say hello on a deeper level. I truly care for our neighbors, all of them, but it's hard isn't it? Hard to not just talk Jesus to people, but to actually live it.
Well needless to say, the day came and went with many thoughts of what to do, and no actual action. I'm ashamed to say it, but fear got the best of me.
We decided to donate to Sharlie instead. It felt good, and it felt right. A very deserving lady. I was moved by her story. However, God's not done with me on this issue and I can tell. By the end of the week, treats must be delivered to someone. I love that sweet Hannah took them to her apartment's office. A fabulous idea and one I've been thinking of doing for months. But God's telling me to do something different for this particular week and I have to obey.
If you think of it, please pray for me that I stay obedient. I want to do this and I know now that I need to. To me, it's already interesting how God is using the Happy Day project. It's obvious He's moving in our communities as I've read the recaps from other blog friends.