Mouse in a Cookie Jar
Encouragement & Real Stories of Changed Lives
Full of new ideas, insights, and inspiration.
I grew up in rural Ohio, with the most gorgeous farmland in America. Directions were given by cornfields, not by roads. Houses were spread out by miles of fields. My school was 12 miles from my house; milk and bread were too. I walked uphill in the snow....okay, just kidding...about the uphill thing.
Besides rote prayers with my parents, I don't think anyone prayed for me. I don't ever remember someone asking me if I had any prayer requests. In the rural church we attended, my Catechism teacher never opened and closed with prayer. Did anyone ever pray for me by name? Maybe your story is similar to mine?
I think praying for someone is one of the greatest privileges we have as Christians and it is one of the most loving things we can do. Sometimes I wonder if some of my neighbors were like me and have never been prayed for. Has anyone taken the time to pray for them? Has their name ever been spoken before the throne of God?
Lord, I come before your throne and say the names Becky, Dawn, Brad, (you get the idea). Show Your love to them today. Bring the Gospel to their homes. Bless their work. Protect them and their children.
How about your neighbors? Who is praying for them?
A simple prayer....might change their life....might change their eternity!
This weekend I hosted a party in our new neighborhood for a former neighbor. (A little background on the eight of us hostesses - we’re all in a really fun season of life. We’re all 20 somethings, we’ve been married about five years, and we’re young in our careers and in our adventures in parenting.) Even though we’ve been getting together and throwing little get-togethers for years, this time, somehow it felt different.
I felt the tension of being old enough to plan and celebrate new life experiences – a baby shower! – but still so young in the world. As we were setting out the food and arranging the flowers, I still almost expected one of our mothers to pop in and help. I had a vision of all of us girls pretending to be adults, trying to “play hostess” dressed up in our mothers’ heels and pearls. It was a beautiful moment of vulnerability as we outwardly projected confidence in our ability to hostess, while inwardly wondering if we’d ever truly measure up. The moment passed and the shower went off without a hitch. I think our mamas would’ve been proud.
All that to say, if you’re waiting to start a Neighborhood Bible Study, don’t wait until you feel old enough or ready enough or prepared enough. “Do not let them look down on you because you are young....” (1 Timothy 4:12a) We have a place in the body, too! And we have a purpose to serve in our neighborhood even if we feel inadequate and inexperienced. Even if you think that when you open the door your neighbors will view you as a little girl playing dress up, pretending to be able to host some big event, the truth is, when you open your door, you open your heart – and that is a beautiful thing for neighbors to see.
I’m right there with you, stepping into big beautiful shoes, twisting the pearls around my neck and hoping to create authentic community with my neighbors just as I am – inadequacies, imperfections, and all...
Lucy Duggar is a 20-something fully-embracing life in Atlanta - loving her husband, Grant, and their comical great dane, Georgia. Culture, travel, and art history are a few of her favorite things, having worked for a museum and several non-profits in the Greater Atlanta Area. She was born in Alaska and has lived in Oregon, France, Wyoming, and most recently London, and Shanghai; she and Grant are just back from a year living abroad, but she feels most at home in the South. Where ever she may be, you can bet there's a good book at hand and a delighted introvert fluttering pages.