I love Easter weekend, the sense of rebirth, the opening of one’s heart, and our greatest blessing…

And yet, I believe my Easter weekends might be very different was it not for my neighbor Ms. S. For it was her gentle invitations to church that began our families journey towards Christ.

First, I should return to the day Ms. S. moved next door. We were, also, fairly new to the neighborhood, and I was lucky to be stationed in Georgia–my home state.  As I peeked at the group passing in and out of the home, I wasn’t really sure who might become our neighbor. Later, I learned this was Ms. S.’ family, helping her settle into the new home.

As the weeks went by, we noticed the grass beginning to reach knee-high, and we also noticed she did not come out very much. So it seemed impossible to ask if she…