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Neighbor Man Cometh

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A Story, country life, faith, guest post, HisStory, humor, Love God Love People, Love People

One Christmas Eve my husband and I invited our flannelled, bushy-bearded neighbor man to join us for our family’s traditional, holiday meal.

We’d known him for a few years. He used to come to his country property every weekend to camp out, but come one Sunday night, rather than leave for the city, he moved into his camp trailer. Permanent. I sometimes saw him at the outlet store where dented and outdated groceries were sold at discount prices, so I knew he had enough money for food. And gas.

He kept to himself and his fire pit, and sometimes we heard him rollicking with noisy, beer-chugging friends. He lived off our shared dirt road—amid the thick trees and heavy underbrush—until a wild, winter windstorm smashed a tree into the corner his place.

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… for the rest of the tale, including some sanctuary shenanigans, please join me over at Grace Table today.

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5 thoughts on “Neighbor Man Cometh”

  1. Oh, Darlene this is so beautiful. A good reminder that we all need “to accept all of this” and all the time! Thank you for sharing this story.

    • Carmen, I’m glad you liked this piece. And, I’m thankful for how you shared it with others over on Twitter.

      (On the side, I miss you, my friend!)

      Blessings.

  2. S. Etole says:

    Such a joy to find you here and over at Grace Table. Your Christmas heart spills over year around.

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