Sharing the bounty of our labors....

Some call it being neighbors, being part of a community, some would say it is paying it forward, some call it service....I have found it is a lost practice. In a world that has grown more and more self centered I have found that it has become more and more important to share our blessings with those around us. Sometimes we have no idea how this may touch other lives, if we are blessing lives that are truly in need. Service blesses our lives as much as the lives we touch while we serve....perhaps we are God's hands here on earth, lifting others when in need and lifting our own troubled hearts while doing this work. Before we moved into our current home, we were lucky to even know one of our neighbor's names....people just are not as open and friendly as they once were in a day and time long since past. But here, we have met and befriended many people and families in our neighborhood, and I finally have a small sense of community, everyone of which is welcome to anything I have to give.

Service has always been a huge part of my life, my outlet or release from the stresses of daily life. For years I dedicated many hours to sewing for premature and sick newborns, but since becoming a mother myself, I found less and less time available to dedicate to this, so I am glad I am able to share produce from my garden and fresh eggs from my chickens with several families. It has helped me to feel like I am doing a small part to help others, and it has fostered friendships, friendships that I sincerely need and I hope they are blessing the lives of those that receive them. I have been blessed and I hope to always share my blessings!