I finally did it. Just now, in fact. Obeyed the Lord in something He has been calling me to do for weeks, months, years.
I used to do it all the time without even thinking about it. No big deal, no heroic efforts, no stressing out. The results were always wonderful—delicious, a hoot—when I simply did the best I could.
But then came the kids. And with children, if there was ever a semblance of orderliness and/or perfection, Poof! It was gone. And like a bouquet of flowers, my hospitality faded, wilted, and browned in its beautiful vase: our home.
I’m not sure what I’ve been afraid of all this time. Judgement. No one showing up. So many showing up. Not having enough—snacks, wine, seats—for everyone. Not being enough, for anyone.
Finally, my desire for obedience (and connection) eclipsed my fear and I typed a Facebook message to the ladies of my church, an invitation to a Scruffy Hospitality Gathering.
And now I resist the urge to conduct an Extreme Makeover: Home Edition.
And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching. ~Hebrews 10:24-25