is a big word to me.
I want my life to say welcome.
After all, I can’t forget that
I have been welcomed with open arms by the Savior.
There was not one thing that discounted me.
Actually my life should be all about welcome.
Although many times I fail.
I don’t take action like I want.
Often I let perfection derail me.
A couple of weeks ago, a retired couple moved in
Their move came at such a busy stretch for our
In fact, they moved in the day before we celebrated
Caleb’s birthday with a sleepover.
Let’s go over and meet them!
I said…Oh not now, I don’t have anything to bring them
to welcome them.
It came up the next day and the day after that.
On that day after that we walked over, even though
we were tired from all those little boys celebrating,
we walked over,
We chatted and
Then it started to rain.
We continued the chatter.
When we were sufficiently soggy,
we scurried home.
isn’t always about
a plate of cookies or
a bouquet of flowers.
Sometimes it is just about saying
hello, smiling brightly and exchanging
names and a bit of information.
It’s about offering the gift of you.
Today at the grocery store, our new neighbors
crossed my mind.
I took that as a prompt to do something
Not because I had to but because I wanted to show them
some neighborly cheer.
I don’t know them very well yet.
I don’t know what the like or what they can’t eat.
Then I remembered this card!
This is what I came up with at my tried and true
I grabbed some beautiful Honey Crisp Apples.
So gorgeous and on sale.
I found a wooden basket… how I love 50% off of clearance…joy!
I tossed in a set of colorful wash cloths to enhance the apples’ color
and give ” how do you like dem apples” a soft place to land.
Behold the welcome “wagon”
A basket to enjoy over a chilly fall weekend perhaps while
taking in a football game or two or three…
Maybe a semi-healthy treat when the grand kids visit.
Whether you welcome others with a hand swinging a basket
or with a hearty handshake only you can give,
the key is most definitely