Do you believe that people are brought to our lives for a purpose? That we don’t meet people by accident? Well, I do. I think that we are destined to be where we are because someone out there need our help. In the same way that we too, need to learn a thing or two from others.
This holds so much truth for me right now as I write about our neighbors. In my whole life, I have never met such lovely people. People who I know God has chosen to teach us so much about our faith and this life. I believe that God orchestrated for our paths to cross to enable the hubs and I to grow and be better people. Such impact, no?
It was in 2010, we were on our second year here and with our apartment lease ending, the hubs and I decided to look for a bigger place for our growing family. I was pregnant with my youngest at that time. As I was checking the property website, I saw this ideal house for us and yes, this lovely family would be our neighbors! I remember, another friend who expressed interest to apply for the same house jokingly said to me, “May the best man win.” And yes, she was right. We got the house and we got the best deal. All because we would live with the best neighbors on this earth.
This family have so many great qualities that endeared the hubs and I to them. They are genuine people, very helpful and so humble. Also, it is the first time that I have met a young family who live a full on life for God. They don’t have to shout out to the world that they are believers. Their lives speak of their faith and the abundance of His grace.
But just like any story, there is an end. Just as when we have found comfort in having an extended family here in Sydney, they have left. They have moved to a different suburb (about a 30-40minute drive from our place), to live in their very own home. As selfish as it sounds, I wish they’ve never left. Our kids are so familiar with them, they’re like a pseudo aunt, uncle and cousins who just live close by. Our day to day lives for the past two years involved them. We shared so many meals and stories. They were like our primary support group for anything.
But I know this is just but a start of a new season in our families’ lives. It seems their family’s role needs to end to pave the way for bigger and brighter things to happen. Them helping another family and us, doing the same. I wish them nothing but God’s best as they start to make new memories in their new home. But it can’t be denied, we miss them so.