When we moved into our neighborhood six years ago, we did not know the great gift that God was going to give in the form of our neighbors. In a day and age in which most neighbors rarely see or speak to one another, our neighborhood is the exception. We love it. We know each other’s names. We look out for one another. We spend time together. (You’ll get to hear about the annual party in our neighborhood next month.) We help one another. Our neighbors are friends. A massive oak in our yard died last summer and we
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