10.09.2014

31 Days of Quotes, Day 9...

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“The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.” 

― Ralph Waldo Emerson

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The more we have opened our home, the more it has felt less like a house and more like a home.


It's a struggle though.  There's never a "best time" and it's never perfectly ready.  I'm not always in the mood for company.


Over the years, my desire for my home has changed......and is still conforming to God's ultimate goal for it.  As I {slowly and stubbornly} release my grasp on my own plans for my house, God is able to mold it the way He wishes....use it for grander purposes....meet others' needs....be a place of refuge.

not just "look pretty," but be pretty.  and that's a whole lot more about the people living in it than it is the decor on the walls {preaching to myself here!!}...

I want the atmosphere of our home to be a place of hope, welcome and love to those who frequent it.

It doesn't have to look perfectly clean for them to want to be here, or intricately decorated, or fancy.  and We don't have to look our best inside and out.....

It and We just need to be real.....and loving, {and ok, maybe clean enough where there's not food smeared all over the couch}.  Sometimes, however, our "real" doesn't feel so loving, and I think "why would anyone want to be here?!"

How often do we find ourselves waiting for the right time to have that friend over, or that college kid for dinner, or that new kid in town, or the elderly neighbor, or the man on the street or anything to just be obedient to God's calling?

Will there ever be a perfect time??

I like my privacy, and I'm a homebody.  God told me He wanted me to surrender my privacy and trust Him with those needs.  For me, it's a hard call to obey sometimes, but I never cease to be amazed at His sovereign grace to meet me where I'm at.

...even when I haven't put on any makeup that day, and the toddler has just thrown up while I'm trying to finish up the surprise cupcakes, and someone's unexpectedly showing up to buy the last puppy, and people get here early {which is actually fun!}, and I run throw a little mascara on, and I miss half of the conversations, fellowship, and Bible study while taking care of the little ones needing their momma.

I want to relish every minute of it.  I don't want to be flustered that it's not perfect.  I want to not look inward, but look outward to what we can give these people in opening our home for them.

because sometimes.....or ever..... it's not about me or for me...

xoxoxo


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