Tommy awoke excitedly as the day was barely dawning,
Anxious for new neighbors, Tommy dressed while he was yawning.
The red brick house across the street was lonely and so quiet,
But today was move-in day--Tommy wondered--who did buy it.
Harry had been Tommy's friend ever since they both were five.
On Tommy's porch they waited for the movers to arrive.
The moving van's screeching brakes scattered birds from lawns and trees,
While the movers began their work they whistled in the breeze.
“The movers have big muscles,” Harry said pointing at his own.
He flexed his arm and held it tight, Tommy shook his head and groaned.
Tommy’s eyes watched hopefully as the movers were unloading.
And when he spied the bats and balls--his excitement was exploding.
Now off the van came dandy bikes, a basketball hoop and more--
“Are ya watchin’ Harry,” Tommy questioned, “Are ya keepin’ score?”
“Looks like they have boys for sure,” Harry commented casually.
“But we won’t know how old they are ‘till we see the family.”
Well wouldn’t you know, as if on cue, their car came driving up.
Opening his door, the dad bailed out holding a coffee cup.
Emerging from the other doors, the new neighbors were in sight.
A mom, a dad, a frisky dog, two boys, a young girl--all right!
The child ran to the lonely swing hanging from its oaken arm,
She quickly made good use of it and giggled with girlish charm.
The mother glanced and saw us, so she smiled with a friendly wave.
Their dog kept barking at the swing ‘til the brother said, “Behave!”
The two boys, they weren’t smiling and they sure didn’t look our way.
In fact they seemed disgruntled on this exciting moving day.
The taller one began to help with boxes and other things,
While the little girl was happy touching clouds from her new swing.
The middle boy moved sluggishly, slouching shoulders as he walked.
His head hung like a sad flower that had wilted on its stalk.
“He looks like he’s unhappy--wonder why?" questioned Harry.
“Sometimes movin’ somewhere new can be lonely--even scary.”
“Hey Harry, here’s a thought,” Tommy adjusted his baseball cap.
“We could go and help them.” Harry replied, "Count me out on that."
Harry stretched out lazily across the shady cool porch floor.
But Tommy’s constant urging, helped Harry consent to the chore.
Quickly then, they crossed the street and offered to be of service.
Eagerly the brothers agreed and that made Harry nervous.
They carried boxes up and down into their newfound places.
Laughing together while they worked, the boys picked up their paces.
Soon Tommy's and Harry's parents came requesting of the crew,
“Please stop, you’ve all been working hard so we’ve made lunch for you.”
There was fresh-squeezed cold lemonade and sizzling tasty burgers,
An angel food cake dessert with frosting and colored sugars.
Now Tommy’s younger sister, Sue came holding her daddy’s hand.
Smiling sweetly, she watched the girl soaring gracefully and grand.
When the child upon the swing saw Sue and the food so yummy,
She jumped off the seat midair causing tickles in her tummy.
The grownups and their children became fast friends this moving day,
And each gave heartfelt thanks and praise when they bowed their heads to pray.
“We thank you gracious Father for filing needs before we ask,
And for sending willing helpers who lightened our heavy task.”
The boys spoke about baseball and the girls giggled girlishly.
The men swapped fishing stories, while the women talked easily.
The afternoon sun was waning and their still was work to do,
With extra hands now pitching in moving chores were cut in two.
Streetlights glowing softly cast shadowy figures across their lawns,
Fast friends now said tired “goodnights” as Harry heaved a hearty yawn.
Soon exhausted heads were pillowed, giving way to dream-filled sleep.
Tucked inside each tender heart were God’s blessings for them to keep.
When you make yourself available to someone in need, God smiles. His light is shining through you. So whether you’re making a new friend, making someone’s job a bit easier, or making a meal for someone, you are showing others what God’s love looks like.
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