would give up their day off
to do hard labor
building a picket fence for friends they are just really getting to know?
{while I sat in a lawn chair or hobbled around on my injured foot trying to help and not be in the way}
The same kind of people who would drive the 2 hours to Tulsa (and 2 hours back to Enid) to pick us up from the airport when James was interviewing for this job in December...
search for homes for us, taking about a bazillion photos and notes on every one...
house, feed and entertain James when he came to look at our house before writing a contract on it...
be here to unload the truck when we arrived...
be one of the very first families to join our OAC ministry team, serving as an entire family unit...
be brave enough to invite our whole fam over for dinner when they only have 2 kids of their own...
& love us (already) despite all of our flaws and idiosyncrasies.
These folks are good friends. Those same kind of friends I spoke of a few posts back. The "laying down one's life for his friends" kind of friends. I am sure they could have thought of a million better ways to spend their day off. But here they were.
"Sticks in a bundle are unbreakable."
Kenyan proverb, I thought this was fitting with the sticks we were putting together to build our fence and the bundle of sticks we are fastening together that is made of of each individual in our two families.
