tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15948857.post6450297071773624917..comments2009-04-06T14:41:36.188-04:00Tre Lawrencehttps://profiles.google.com/117598579181541850379noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15948857.post-83618445596807623202009-04-06T14:41:00.000-04:002009-04-06T14:41:00.000-04:00Wow... Karen... really deep. I too was bothered by the revelation of my own inadequacies and fears.Tre Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804979530565538479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15948857.post-70996947473566207512009-04-06T13:19:00.000-04:002009-04-06T13:19:00.000-04:00Wow. Sad. I'm struck with a couple of thoughts reading this. <BR/><BR/>First, I'm a lousy neighbor. I wonder how many times I drive through my neighborhood without even thinking about the people inside who are dying - maybe physically, maybe spiritually. <BR/><BR/>Second, this hits on an <B>irrational</B> fear that I have of being that crazy old lady with a hundred cats that dies in her sleep and no one notices. <BR/><BR/>I believe the solution to the second point is found in the first. If I serve and love my neighbors as I should, they should notice when I'm not around.karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11291790717549955254noreply@blogger.com