It has once again been way too long since I’ve written. Within that time the world has become a different place. Fear and hate are rampant, the best of intentions are misconstrued, and we gorge ourselves on the worst humanity can do to each other in the pit of our social media arena.

Have you noticed that almost everything is permissible in our neighborhood today? But is it truly beneficial? Who is it benefiting? You, me…?

I’m not writing to share my views on politics, my opinions on wearing masks in public, or ask why black lives matter is even a question anymore.

I don’t care that your political views, skin color, faith, and sexuality are completely different than mine. I don’t care if you wear a mask in public or not.

It doesn’t matter how I feel about the things you’ve done, the choices you make, if you’ve hurt me, or downright hate me. It’s not my job to change you. You are my Neighbor. It is my responsibility to love you just the way you are.

A wise friend and teacher once told me “We are what we fill ourselves up with. Garbage in, garbage out.”

I have done more than my share of filling the neighborhood with garbage. I have been selfish, judgmental, arrogant, and careless. You may say that my offenses are small (a hurtful comment here, a selfish decision there), but that doesn’t mean they don’t have far-reaching consequences.

My dearest Friend reminded me that “The two most important commandments are to love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, and strength; and to love your neighbor as yourself.”

So I also need to say I’m sorry Neighbor. I haven’t loved you. It’s time I put on my big girl panties and start.