A week ago I turned onto our private community road and saw a fallen tree. It was too large for me to lift and move and it was quite chilly outside. I called my neighbor to see if he was home to help, but no luck. With three toddlers in the van, I decided to leave it at the bottom of my hill and walk over the tree toward the house.
About an hour later I heard a chain saw going and my neighbor had sawed the tree and moved it out of the way. I was thankful I had my frozen potato soup kit crocking and ready to go. I decided later that afternoon I was going to deliver two quart jars of soup to my neighbors. Of course, the neighbor who chain sawed the tree and my single father neighbor and son nearby. I also decided on the whim to take the rest of the soup to my daughter’s snack reward program for cross country. With flurries in the sky, my crock pot was emptied before my husband and I got a chance to eat. We had sandwiches for dinner
That evening I crocked another fresh pot of potato soup for lunch the next day. We ended up having it for dinner and while my husband took our oldest children to Fun Depot, an extremely large poplar tree fell from our yard across the community road into our neighbor’s driveway. I was unaware of it until I heard the chain saw going again around 7:30 p.m. I went outside to see what was going on and saw the same neighbor I had delivered soup.
You never how far a little soup can go until you have a crisis. It took my husband with two curious sons and two neighbors two hours to chain saw the tree and move it to the side of the road. Today was the first day we were able to see a dent in the tree removal when a fellow with a twenty-four-inch chain saw came to cut up the pieces.
I thank God it didn’t fall on our house or any vehicles. I also thank God for freezer potato soup and the prompting He placed on my heart.
You just never know when you might need your neighbor. Have you loved your neighbor lately?