Precious Moments

My school-teacher neighbor had driven home from work and stopped to pick up her mail. As it happened, I was at my mailbox at the same time. We have the rural type mailboxes out on the road in front of our houses. We waved and retrieved our mail. She held up her mail and said something I didn’t quite hear so she repeated. She said, “Do you want my bills?” “No,” I yelled back and waved my mail. “Do you want my junk mail?” We laughed as we went back to our houses. Just a quick encounter with a neighbor, but during these times, a precious moment. How often have I taken our neighborhood get-togethers for granted. How often have I taken my neighbors and friends for granted. Help us, Lord, to remember the lessons learned from this year of quarantine.