Invitations in hand, it’s time to knock on my neighbor’s doors and invite them to my Open House for The Rosewood Cafe.

I always manage to pick the worst weather! The highs are in the 90’s this week with high humidity; in January, I delivered invitations in 14″ of snow. And I always wait until the very last possible minute: my Cafe starts a week from Friday, so I’m already past the 2-week notice I like to allow.

I can think of a hundred reasons why

I should put this off another day.


I have a stack of bills to pay. We’re out of dog food, I need to go to the store. I’m tired.

I’ve got the jitters, really. I don’t know what I’ll find or how I’ll be received. This is physically hard, mentally hard, emotionally hard. But hey, it’s nothing like being imprisoned, flogged, stoned or shipwrecked (2 Cor. 11:23-27)!

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the years I’ve been doing this, it’s that my delay is disobedience, and disobedience brings discipline. Ouch!

I’ve also learned that the reward of meeting my neighbors far outweighs my fear.

Right this very minute, on my very own street, there might be a women who is at the end of her rope, reaching for Jesus. I’ve prayed for God to use me to show His lovingkindness to someone who needs to feel cared for today.

It’s time to stop typing and start talking! Buh-bye!

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