Last night I was checking my e-mail around 9pm. We had just put our kids to bed, and Shane was busy doing something..although I don't recall just what it was.
I was making great headway in clearing out my e-mail in-box....
Note from American Airlines...delete.
Your statement is ready to view from (my bank)...delete.
Vision Forum is having another 70% off sale...delete.
Your SW Gas bill is here...(whoopie!)....archive.
But then, I saw an e-mail from my dear friend, Anna. Anna and I have been friends since we were 8 years old. She is precious to me. She saw me through all of my years of rebellion and idiocy, and still loves me. (That's a GOOD friend!)
The subject line was simple..."nerves".
Except, I had a feeling in my heart that it wasn't going to be as simple as it might look....
you see, Anna has been feeling really strange lately...muscle weakness, tingling, numbness.
Her PCP doctor basically told her she had a virus and should go home and get over it.
(Don't get me started on this! If there's one thing I've learned from the summer of illness I've had, it's that as the patient we must press on until we get answers.)
Well, just as I was opening Anna's e-mail, and right after having put my kids down for bedtime, I hear this horrid banging noise outside.
It didn't take but a few seconds to recognize the noise...it was the kids next door again, with their blaring "music".
If you'll allow me, I'm going to digress here for a few minutes...we live next door to 3 young men...I think one of them is a teenager, but I'm pretty sure that the other two are in their early 20s. There is a constant stream of cars in and out of there, and most often the cars are speeding through our neighborhood. We deal with broken glass strewn all over the street, with no one willing to take responsibility for it; loud noise at all hours of the night; trash all over the street, which we spend hours at a time picking up; and language that would make a sailor blush...which is often times being yelled at loud decibels while my children are playing out front.
Here's the kicker, though...these young men have been so responsive any time that we've asked them to quell the language or turn the music down.
Granted, we don't always appreciate having to ask at crazy hours of the night, but when we do, they respond graciously.
They've also been quite thoughtful on more than one occasion and have helped us with moving heavy items. They don't hesitate..they just jump right in and help.
I've made them cookies, and taken them baked items, and always say "hello" and take a few minutes to talk with them.
However, my flesh doesn't always want to be nice when their actions are inconveniencing my family!
Last night was one of those moments...I was just about to read the e-mail from my sweet friend, hoping to find out what has been plaguing her, and JUST AT THAT MOMENT comes the banging, irritating, moronic music from next door!
I might mention here that before I became a Christian, "Salt & Peppa" was my favorite group...so I once favored moronic music, too! Can you say, "compassion and understanding?".
I tried to ignore the noise and just read Anna's note.
There it was..."