Insular

Yesterday I saw just how insular our small world really is in a nutshell. I spent some time chatting with a mommy of three from our church home group during a social. (Everyone else was outside making s'mores around a bonfire which had failed to hold the interest of her precious pair of toddlers.) We previously bumped into each other at a school function, and I even saw her driving down our street one day. Somehow, it did not click that she must live close to us. Don & I closed on our home ten years ago. (Congratulations to Cindy & Oren as they hopefully go to closing today on their first house!!! Yay!) Apparently Heidi & Morris have lived about 1/2 a mile up the street from us for seven years.
Don and I were both a bit struck by how we live in our tidy little suburbs totally unaware of one another. It wasn't just Heidi & Morris (with whom we have shared many discussions, prayer requests, and socials) yesterday. We talked with a pastor between services yesterday who actually lives right around the corner. We can see each other's back yards across the creek. (The pastor and his wife have lived in the home on the creek for 18 years.) Don was amused that the pastor probably signed the paperwork to have his home built in what is now our garage as it housed the builder's office eighteen years ago.