Her Name is Georgia, Part 9

“Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.”
– 1 John 4:7-8

Our family was invited to go to a Super Bowl party this evening, but the girls and I stayed home. At about 7:00pm, I got on the computer and saw the following comment on my blog:

I’ve been waiting for a new Georgia blog for a few weeks now. I love this lady and what is happening in her life through you and your family. I’m sure she is more blessed by your family than I am by the stories, but I do look forward to them. – Shelly

I’m not sure if I was motivated by guilt or prompted by the Holy Spirit, but I immediately loaded up Isabelle and Jocelyn in our car (with their pajamas on and all!) to go to Georgia’s house.

Early last week, we had a major winter storm and received about 8-10 inches of snow. A few days later, 3-4 inches more. I kept thinking about Georgia and that I needed to check on her. I even attempted to see her one day but couldn’t make it into her driveway because the streets were so bad. Still, I felt horrible, like I should have tried harder or done more.

Tonight, the first thing I did was look straight into Georgia’s eyes and say, “I’m sorry that it has been a long time since I’ve stopped by. I haven’t been a very good friend.”

Georgia acted as if she hadn’t even noticed. She was all smiles and in a good mood. I imagine she was thankful to have visitors after being cooped up in her house for days with only her stuffed animals to keep her company.

It was much easier over Christmas break to see Georgia since the girls were out of school. This past month, though, it has been more of a challenge. I’ve thought about Georgia often, and I’ve missed her. Apparently, Isabelle and Jocelyn have, too. Tonight, when I announced that we were going to see Georgia, Jocelyn grabbed a beaded necklace that she’d made to give to her. Isabelle quickly wrote a poem:

I love you, Miss Georgia. I hope you love me, too. I want you to know how much I LOVE YOU!

Georgia is not a charity case. Nor is she our family’s project. She is my friend. Like Isabelle, I want Georgia to know that I love her, and more importantly, that God loves her.