Loving Your Neighbor

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  Loving Your Neighbor Unique Ministries

  WRITING ENCOURAGING NOTES

  There was a season when words saved my life. During one of the darkest periods I’ve known, a stranger handed me a note. Just a few sentences, nothing dramatic, but it reminded me that God saw me when I felt invisible. I kept that note for years. Eventually, I felt called to start writing my own. Now, wherever I go, I leave small handwritten notes behind: in library books, grocery carts, waiting rooms, and coffee shop tables. I don’t sign my name. I don’t explain myself. The notes say things like: “You are not alone.” “God sees you.” “This moment won’t last forever.” I pray over every note… Read More

  August 5, 2026
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  Loving Your Neighbor Mentoring

  SATURDAY SERVE DAYS

  Our house is loud: three kids, two dogs, homework battles, and a schedule that feels like it’s held together with duct tape and prayer. For years, we tried teaching our kids about Jesus through bedtime talks and Sunday devotionals, but honestly, most of it went in one ear and out the other. One day, after an especially chaotic week, my husband and I looked at each other and said, “They’re not going to learn love from lectures, they’re going to learn it from life.” So, we started something we call Saturday Serve Days. Every Saturday morning, we gather in the kitchen and pick one small act… Read More

  July 1, 2026
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  Loving Your Neighbor Recovery Unique Ministries

  CLOTHED IN DIGNITY

  I donate clothes to psychiatric hospitals and women’s crisis centers, not because I have extra money or an overflowing closet, but because I remember what it felt like to walk into a place like that with absolutely nothing. Years ago, when my life hit a breaking point, I found myself at a mental health facility. I was overwhelmed, terrified, and carrying more pain than I could make sense of. But the people there - the nurses, the counselors, the group leaders - treated me like a human being. They talked to me gently. They listened. They made me feel normal at… Read More

  June 10, 2026
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  Labor Loving Your Neighbor

  THE FURNACE REPAIRMAN

  I grew up in a home where winter felt like an enemy that we could never quite outrun. My mom worked two jobs, and our old furnace broke so often that I learned what cold felt like in a way most kids never should. I used to lie awake at night praying, “Lord, please help us get through one more storm.” Maybe that’s why, when I became an HVAC repairman years later, I told God He could use my hands however He wanted. I didn’t have a grand ministry plan. I just remembered what it felt like to be cold, scared, and invisible.… Read More

  May 27, 2026
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  Labor Loving Your Neighbor Senior Citizens

  CUTTING LAWNS FOR WIDOWS

  I’m only 17, but my grandpa used to tell me something that stuck harder than most lessons in school. He’d tap the side of his mower, look me dead in the eyes, and say, “Son, this is what Jesus would do.” He meant helping widows - especially the ones in our neighborhood who didn’t have anyone left to look after them. When he passed away last year, I didn’t know how to handle the grief. Grandpa was the kind of man whose kindness filled the whole room, I felt lost without him. One afternoon, while sitting in the garage, I saw his old mower pushed against… Read More

  May 13, 2026
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  Food Loving Your Neighbor

  THE PRAYER ON THE PORCH

  I don’t think anyone ever teaches you how to pray when your faith feels thin. I always pictured strong, confident Christians lifting their hands and declaring Scripture. Not someone like me, standing on a worn-out porch with bills piled on the kitchen table and a fear so heavy it made my chest tighten. But that’s exactly where I found myself one afternoon: job lost, fridge nearly empty, and my kids quietly watching me like they were trying to figure out whether they should worry too. I stepped outside so they wouldn’t see me cry. I sat on the porch steps, closed my eyes, and whispered the… Read More

  April 29, 2026
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