For as long as I can remember I have loved “old” things. I think that is partially why I have been so drawn to this whole Farmhouse vibe that seems to be so popular nowadays. The idea of simplicity, of having less but doing more, of being intentional, authentic, and hospitable.
Growing up, my house was never the one with open doors. Hospitality wasn’t something I was around often, but it was something I craved. I didn’t even realize I’d been craving it until I started seeing people around me living it out. Its not always the big things either. I mean sure, being invited to stay at someone else’s house for 10 days while you house hunt is crazy generous. But, having someone bring you dinner because your husband had to go to the ER can leave just as big of an impact. Hospitality of any size can be life changing. Its the gesture that says “hey, I see you” or “I’m here for you.”
I don’t think you can have true community without hospitality & isn’t community what we all want? To be seen & welcomed. Do you know what stops me from pursuing that? Thinking everything needs to be perfect. Very few people in my life have been able to come over laundry piled up, crumbs on the floor and not send me into a flurried panic trying to clean it all up before they realized that I actually LIVE in my house. Listen to me, OUR HOUSES DON’T HAVE TO BE PERFECT! Now don’t get me wrong, my Pinterest board of house ideas isn’t going anywhere (you can check it out here). I have a million projects I want to do, but we can’t let that keep us from opening our homes. There will always be another wall to paint, sign to hang, display to organize. How many days will you say “tomorrow” before you realize you lived without ever opening your door?
I want to leave my children with a different legacy then what I was given. I want them to live with their doors open instead of building fences to keep others out. But, in order for them to learn that, I have to start living it out better. I have to start living it out before I repaint the porch rails, or finish the guest bath. I have to live it out while there is still wallpaper to peel off and light fixtures to change. I mean, do people really remember those things anyways? I know I don’t. I remember the conversations, I remember the memories made and the friendships forged in the midst of screaming kids running through tiny hallways, with laundry baskets on the couch.
Wednesday I am starting a new Bible Study called Just Open the Door, by Jen Schmidt. It is completely centered around biblical hospitality and I cannot wait to get started. I’m not letting myself use this study as a crutch though. I’m not going to wait to see what she says each week before I open my home. I already set a date on the calendar and I hope to have a house FULL of women enjoying an afternoon of fellowship. I’m challenging y’all to do the same. You don’t have to host anything big, reach out and invite someone new at church over. That person at work who is going through a rough patch, ask if you can get them dinner one night. Just start, build a legacy of welcome, stop worrying about getting things perfect and just do them the best way you can right now.
Offer hospitality to one another without grumbling. -1 Peter 4:9