Last week, my parents left to go back home after spending the holidays with us. I have been busy back at work and getting the house in order after having a house full of people. Funny, when the house is full it is noisy and so full of life and excitement. When everyone leaves, I am left feeling relieved to get back to normal and yet sad, feeling the emptiness left by silenced hallways and empty beds.
As I cleaned and re-organized things in the house today I realized just how much I love being surrounded by people. I enjoy having a full house and cooking for an army, so to speak. I enjoy serving and making special preparations for their stay. Most of all, I enjoy making new memories for the journeys we each are traveling. I don’t know that I have a gift for hospitality, but I certainly do enjoy it.
I remember right before we purchased our home, I prayed and asked God to help us find a good one where we could host missionaries, family, or friends in need. I wanted our home to be a safe haven for those we would encounter in the future. It dawned on me just recently that God answered that prayer. Our home has hosted many missionaries, homeless people, families in transition, friends visiting or in need of a get away, and it has even served as a host home for foreign exchange students.
Our home is not big, extravagant, or at all like a hotel. As a matter of fact, it is simple but comfortable. Just enough for my family of four and our wonderful dog Sam, plus a guest room that’s always available for visitors. Not much to it, but plenty of love in the way of prayers, talks, games, work, and that warm cozy feeling you get when something fits just right.