Loving our Neighbor

A couple of Saturdays ago, we headed out early and went to help our Sunday School class rehab a home for people with disabilities.  The entire house was repainted and given a DEEP clean.  Outside, in some places, the leaves had been on the ground so long they were more like mulch/compost than leaves.  Jason painted most of the time - this is a labor of love for him because he hates to paint and the girls and I tackled the leaves.  The men who had lived in the house came by to thank us and it was such a sweet time to interact with them.  Later, another group of more severely disabled men and their caregiver came by to see what we were doing with the house.  One of the ladies who works with the non-profit that maintains the house, SERVS,  began to cry as she told me that one of the men was more communicative than usual.  She said, "Seeing these children is speaking to him; it is communicating to him, and now he is trying to communicate."  As we raked, I told the girls that what we were doing was loving our neighbor.  I am so grateful that we had that opportunity and I hope that we can partner with SERVS again.