This topic has been on my mind all week. Many of us are familiar with the scripture: “You shall not take vengeance or bear a grudge against any of your people, but you shall love your neighbor as yourself: I am the LORD” (Leviticus 19:18). Jesus emphasizes this again, saying, “This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself” (Matthew 22:37-39). Mark echoes the same teaching: “The second is this: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself. There is no other commandment greater than these'” (Mark 12:29-31).

A neighbor isn’t just the person living next door. It’s anyone you cross paths with. However, today I want to talk about my actual neighbor, Michelle, and her family. Bob and I moved next door to them about ten years ago. Her kids were small, but we instantly connected. Every Thanksgiving and Christmas, they brought over plates of food, with her daughter Jordyn usually leading the way. Her husband, an amazing cook, would share barbecue whenever he grilled. In return, I occasionally baked brownies for them—until Michelle mentioned her husband was trying to lose weight.

When Bob was unwell, Michele was always ready to help without hesitation. Even after he passed, her kindness didn’t waver. She has continued to be there for me, offering support in so many ways. She did all this not because I asked, but because she cared sincerely. Anytime I gave her a card or small gift to show my gratitude, she’d tell me it wasn’t needed.

This relationship hasn’t been one-sided. If Michele needs anything, she knows she can call or stop by. Just last Saturday, she texted, “Hi, Claudia, it’s Michele. I stopped by earlier. We have some pulled pork and salad if you want some. Let me know if you’re home, and I’ll bring it over.” I missed the message until the next day, but when I responded, her husband soon showed up at my door with a plate of food. I thanked him and joked about how happy I was not to cook that day. Some days it’s just good to know people are thinking of you—you know.

Michele’s friendship isn’t based on material things, money, race, or religion. It comes from the genuine love in her heart. She’s told me countless times that we were the best neighbors she could’ve asked for. Whenever I mention the idea of moving, she firmly tells me I can’t leave until she does.

Her actions remind me what it truly means to love others as ourselves. It is a blessing to have her as not only a neighbor but also a friend. Do you know anybody like that?

Thank you all so much for your continued readership and support. Until next week…Blessings and Peace!

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