No one answered the door that night.
So we left it on her door step.
The next morning I drive by and notice the white tin is still sitting on her door step.
That afternoon as I go to pick up Finn, I notice a peculiar thing...the tin is gone!
Can it be?
"Boys! The tin is gone! Either Kamala got the cookies or it was taken by wild boars!" I exclaim.
The rest of the day I send up a prayer for Kamala whenever I think about it.
Yesterday. Lovely Saturday.
We are all at home when we hear:
"Knock! Knock!" at the door.
Finn says, "It's probably Ty or Libby."
I peek through the window and see a dog's tail.
Can it be?
I quickly open the door.
Lo and behold.
There she is! With her dog!
Where have you been all my life, doll?!
She came by to thank us for the cookies.
So much for my wild boar theory.
At first I ramble a bit,
"Feel free to borrow an egg any time!"
"If you need help fixing anything John has lots of tools!"
"If you want to go on a walk some time, let me know!"
Then we chat about life...her job...sewing...the church she goes to...I guess you need to get to know someone so you can get your facts straight, eh?
She asks, "Did you guys knock on my door the other night?"
"Yah, a few times", I reply.
"Oh", she says. "Sorry...I don't open my door at night because I don't have a peep hole. I need to get a door camera."
"No problem", I assure her! "I totally understand! I never open the door at night unless John is home."
She leaves, and I am on cloud 9. Turns out my neighbor is really nice!
An hour later and I hear another knock.
She asks if I will meet her sister this coming wednesday. Her sister is a stay-at-home-mom to a 2 year old girl and would love to go on a walk with me. Can I meet her this wednesday?
Um, YES! Wow! I jot down kamala's number and we say goodbye.
I close the door, bewildered. I thank the Lord for answering my prayers above and beyond my expectations.
Here I was thinking we'd never make contact and 2 days later we are setting up play dates.
Later that night as we are getting dinner ready, my phone rings.
"Hi Davi, it's Kamala, I just made some red velvet cupcakes, will you guys eat them?", she asks.
"Um, YES!", I exclaim.
"I will be right over" she says as she hangs up the phone.
And Kamala comes over in the rain, to bring us 6 cupcakes.
Bless her heart.
Her gesture is so incredibly sweet and just melts my heart.
Turns out this whole neighbor think can be pretty sweet.
Not once. not twice. But THREE TIMES I got to see Kamala that day.
I am still on cloud 9.
It's a funny thing--waiting on the Lord.
When I finally stopped trying with my own power to make contact, HE opened the flood gates and rained down his blessings abundantly.
All I had to do was hang onto my little mustard seed of faith. It was probably not even a half a mustard seed at that, but God was still faithful.
I just wanted to tell you what happened, so I could give God all the glory, credit and praise for working it out.