Less than Perfect Hospitality
Part of my effort to serve others well this year is to alter my natural state of interaction. Rather than jab someone in the ribs or making a cutting, albeit humorous comment, I want to encourage, serve, uplift, give life. I want to shut my mouth a bit more, let God calm my nerves, and leave space for encouraging conversations.
I do no have to be funny.
I do not have to be right.
I do not even have to talk.
And God can still work through me.
I am learning and putting into practice a kind of hospitality that is okay on paper plates, with spills and missing items, and even a bit of crusty burned food at the bottom of the pan. I am learning what hospitality looks like when living on a smaller budget. I am learning that having friends visit is always better than checking things off my never ending to-do list.
I am embracing messy community.
God still blesses the mess.