Community In Action – House To House
It wasn’t the best feeling. Last Friday when we started to load up our little trailer with kitchen stuff - our first load to bring to our new home about 7 miles away – I was sick to my stomach. I admit to second guessing our decision to leave military housing and move into a larger but cheaper dwelling that was only about a mile away from Ryan’s place of play, I mean work.
I’m used to moving, Ryan and I’ve moved 11 times since marrying, so that in itself isn’t all that big a deal. We’re military and this life we’ve chosen takes us on many welcomed adventures. However, this time we had to move ourselves because it wasn’t a military transfer, but a choice. Instead of having specially trained (I use that term loosly) packers who carefully (again with the loosly) wrap everything and pack in heavy brown boxes, we had to do all that labor ourselves. Not only that but military housing usually has a very high standard for check out cleanliness. So high, in fact, that most people moving out pay between 3 nd 4 hundred dollars for a housing approved cleaner to do the job for them. If you know me you can probably figure out that there was no way I was going to pay for that. I’ll detail that fun event in a later post.
Anyway, so I was nervous. Even though we started the load up on Friday it was Saturday that we were actually moving all of our stuff. I really wasn’t sure how we were going to get it all moved in one day.
At around 8am two guys from church showed up to help. This was awesome! We had a few extra heavy lifters helping us – God is good!
Then, not long after 10am about 15 more church people arrived with their trucks and their muscles.
Fifteen. God is overwhelming.
The quickness in which my church community worked to get us out of one house and into the other was mind blowing. They were done shortly after lunch.
If you don’t understand what the meaning of church family is you are missing out on something so incredibly wonderful. These people sacrificed their Saturday to do something for my family. They didn’t ask for anything, nor did they expect anything. There was laughing, whistling, smiles, and heavy lifting. Nobody was irritated, nobody seemed bugged at giving up what they wanted to be doing.
And, if that wasn’t enough -
While these men were working to move the heavy stuff, many of their wives were at home cooking us a feast that fed my family of 9 for 3 days! I am almost in tears writing this. My family, my church, my community is so giving, so loving, so Christ-like. We are forever in debt to these people.
These are the kinds of people I want to be like.
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