‘So go into the main streets and invite everyone you find to the wedding banquet.’ And those slaves went out into the streets and gathered all they found, both bad and good, and the wedding hall was filled with guests.
Every year at Thanksgiving, it’s customary (and right) to reflect on what we’re thankful for.
I am thankful for Monica Grider.
If it weren’t for Monica, I might not know any of my neighbors.
We had lived in our neighborhood for less than a year when one sunny Sunday afternoon we heard a knock at our door. At least, my husband did. I was vacuuming.
Mike called me to our entryway, and there, in the door, stood Monica.
At the time I had been working at a different radio station. Just a few days earlier, the show’s hosts had been having some fun at my expense.
I had told them off the air how lonely I was. I had lived in Flower Mound for five years and still didn’t have any close girlfriends.
It’s not that I didn’t want to meet people. My schedule just made it tough. I couldn’t do any of my church’s Bible studies or other activities because I was at work during the daytime studies and getting ready for bed during the evening studies. The girlfriends I did have lived in other cities (the DFW metroplex is massive), and because they worked during the day, I spent most of my time with my two babies.
As I shared this with my co-workers, one of them asked me why I hadn’t made an effort to make friends.
“I have,” I exclaimed, and proceeded to tell them how I would walk my kids to the park in the stroller and try to insert myself into other moms’ conversations. Pathetic, I know. And highly ineffective.
At this, they howled with laughter and then told hundreds of thousands of our closest friends the next time we turned on the microphones.
Monica Grider was listening and, through mutual acquaintances, knew I lived around the corner.
Monica is also one of the kindest, most sincere, gracious, and inclusive people you will ever meet.
I suppose that’s why she invited us to the birthday party.
Not her birthday party. Karra’s daughter Kaitlyn’s fifth birthday party.
Did you catch that?
Monica invited me and my family to the party of one of the neighbor’s daughters.
Without telling them.
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