Invasion into my world

So I like my world to stay controlled..a moderate 70 degrees, some sun and some friends. I like honesty, I like kindness, I like treats. I don't like mean people. I hate Satan. So, you're thinking..why are you posting this Lisa..here's why. I'm so in turmoil about the outside world invading my inside world.
When we came here to this condo complex, we had no idea how God was going to change our lives. Sure, we've gained a few pounds, added another kid and payed off another 10K on our mortgage..that's life change enough, isn't it?
We thought that bringing the occasional cookie to a neighbor and conversing with them in the breezeway would be enough. We thought smiling at those that gave us the finger was going to be a 'radical' way to show them Jesus. We thought sharing our toys at the pool and being gracious when they didn't share back and broke them, would be enough. We thought bringing someone's expensive camera that we found in the mail room was going to be a way to share the gospel. We thought that not calling the police when weekend after weekend those around us were partying and making noise all the while we were trying to work 2 jobs and raise a newborn was going to 'heroic' and almost martyr-ish.
This is the start of my blog on this subject. I'm suppose to be doing other things such as marinating chicken and cutting up potatoes for Easter tomorrow. I can stay up late doing that. I need to start this so I can begin to process this big idea of true ministry to the unloved and downright mean and hateful people.
It makes reading the scripture to Skye at night, mean that much more. Jesus died on the cross for someone that wants me to die. For someone that slams my husband and says completely false things about him. For someone that tries to run my kid over in the parking lot. For someone who leaves me with their 3,4,or 5 kids to watch at the pool, all the while not coming back for an hour+ and acting as though that's "normal". For those who mock HIS name, for those who HATE him and say so to my face. For me.
Before I add what it's done to me, I think I should talk about what you might think, or debates i might have had. I have always wrestled with the Jim Elliot story and mine. He went into this place, with a family, and served these people and died because of passion? stupidity? was it on purpose? did he know? What's being wise in the middle of ministry? What does that mean? How do I balance ministry and my family. What happens when my neighbor knocks on my door at 10pm.? Am I suppose to say, that's my time with Alan and don't answer? What about those verses that talk about our children and how we are to raise them? What about not being with the unwise, so we don't become unwise? What's the balance? How often am I suppose to be ministering? Once a week? What if I don't get my chores done on account of ministering to one of these people? Then what? oh man..I gotta go..I'll continue later..