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We just do it anyway.

July 29, 2018 - 13 Comments

I quickly scooped up the pile of clean laundry from the dining room table, pushed in the chairs, and grabbed a dirty diaper from one of the seats. A quick run over the soft, cedar floors with the well-worn broom kept guests from popping rogue blueberries with their steps. I quickly turned on the diffuser with a few drops of Rosemary and Lemon oil to hide the diaper smell and put out a small bouquet of flowers from the cottage gardens. 

It wasn't much, but it was enough to say ‘Come and welcome'.

The routine of hospitality and fellowship has gotten more relaxed over the years – not because we're giving less thought to the act, but rather, we're giving more. Rosaria Butterfield has challenged me deeply over these past few months – years even – to open our home further and deeper to others. 

But how? How can we possibly open our homes to others when, ya know, we've got kids and life and a farm and one gigantic, glorious mess after another?  

Easy. We just do it anyway.

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Our life isn't free of those things. We just do it anyway.

The irony of our hospitality hold-up is that what keeps us from opening our homes to others is all personal. It's all about us. As we try to serve and love on others through the act of hospitality, we're simultaneously self-absorbed by the process. “Quick! Put away all the toys! Don't leave your shoes down! Do you have to be working on that art project right here? This has to be perfect! They can't know anyone lives here!”

Can you think of the last ten times you ate at someone else's table? Were you upset that their shoes were left by the door? That there was a pile of little jammies on the bathroom floor? That the pillow cushions were lined up like a train in the living room? That their children interrupted the conversation? That you enjoyed grilled cheese sandwiches and a bag of potato chips?

No. You weren't upset. Chances are, you didn't even notice. Rather, you were so dang thankful to be welcomed into someone's home and to be served that you had a heart of gratitude (not of judgment) for the “life” happening in their home.

And even further, if you walked their chaos… into their mess… into their normal life, you were probably put at ease and thankful for the comfort. Because life is normal and normal is messy and messy is normal. Know what I'm sayin'?

In my early years of hospitality, I kept my real life and hospitality life separate. Every dirty dish was washed before the guests arrived, linens were ironed, and our door was open only on days I had it all together. HAAAAA. Ha. HA! Can you even imagine? HHHAAA! I may have just wet my pants a little bit laughing. How lonely. How exhausting.

 

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Our quest for perfection doesn't serve others, nor does it serve us.

Rather, in trying to do our best for others, we can actually do our worst. We can turn down opening our homes to others because of its state – leaving them hungry and unfilled. We can neglect seeking opportunities to serve others in our home because of the tremendous exhaustion it brings – failing to fill up on the fellowship that will actually give us rest and nourishment. 

The consequence of having four children in a five-year span is severe humility. Rarely is their not a pile of dirty laundry by the washing machine (currently in the kitchen, by the way), nor is there a moment without at least a few dirty dishes in the sink. That's fine. Make peace with the laundry. Make peace with the dishes. They're not going away. 

Serving is costly and we should expect it to be so. One of the greatest joys in hospitality is feeding hungry bellies and preparing delicious food for guests to enjoy is part of that. The entire process will take time, effort, skill, and money. We should expect no less.

Keeping a beautiful, healthy home is equally costly (especially since it's being slowly being destroyed by the tiny army living inside its walls). But just because there are moments it crumbles around us (read: muddy footprints, exploded rotten eggs, or poorly aimed bodily fluid) doesn't mean we can't throw on a tablecloth, add a few flowers onto the table, light a candle, put on some Madeline Peyroux, and enjoy the moment. 

I'm not talking about perfection. I'm talking about joyful, vibrant, real service to others.

So “come and welcome”… friend, family, stranger, neighbor, wanderer, widower, fellow human. 

Come and welcome… to a table that will is weighted down with the best of what we can offer you in the moment. 
Come and welcome… to a table full of forgiven sinners who are far from perfect. 
Come and welcome… to a home that is dirty and tattered around the edges, but rich in love and thanksgiving. 

If you could help me fold the laundry and dish up the children, that'd be great. 

And Amen. 

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Comments:

  1. Megan

    July 29, 2018 at 1:31 pm

    Yes! Yes! And yes! A real, living home does put ourselves and others at ease so we can just enjoy being in one another’s company which is what it’s all about anyway! Happy Sunday to you and yours!

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  2. Anonymous

    July 29, 2018 at 8:54 pm

    Needed this reminder! Thanks for being real.

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  3. Shannon

    July 30, 2018 at 5:08 pm

    Beautifully said:)

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  4. Esther Ribbey

    July 30, 2018 at 6:29 pm

    This is so encouraging to read. As a stepping stone to where we want to be, we live in a 1970’s single wide trailer on our homestead. We hope to build something different but it won’t be anytime soon. It’s really hard to welcome company into a cramped place you can’t make look nice. You’re right when you talked about children bringing humility! I just keep reminding myself that my house isn’t who I am and our visitors come because of us…not our house. Thank you!

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  5. Aryanna

    August 1, 2018 at 12:24 pm

    Thanks for this, Shaye. We have a teeny tiny apartment and no dining table so it’s been difficult to wrap my head around the fact that we’re all called to hospitality, in any circumstance! We had some friends over for dinner a few weeks ago and all my anxiety disappeared when I realized that they didn’t care about having to sit around our coffee table on mismatched chairs. Cozy, not cramped. 🙂

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  6. Kat

    August 1, 2018 at 5:11 pm

    There’s a lot of gentleness in this thought, and freedom. Thanks!

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  7. Sharon Morrison

    August 8, 2018 at 12:53 pm

    Always love the fact you just live, without pretense, showing real truth.

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  8. Linda Shawlee

    August 8, 2018 at 3:12 pm

    Hi Shaye, have to say we almost made it to your house when running errands but felt we should call first. But by the message above we should have just come by. Sorry now we didnt. Love your blog.
    Just another cousin but from California.

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  9. Catherine

    August 8, 2018 at 3:27 pm

    Thank you Shaye! For sharing your life with us and for talking about real, hard things, and inspiring me to do what I can instead of what I think I should.

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  10. Steph

    September 12, 2018 at 1:07 pm

    Thanks for sharing this Shaye. I’ve struggled with opening my house up to others because it literally is always chaos! With 6 kiddos (5 of which are 4 and under), I always feel overwhelmed by the work that needs done for things to look acceptable in my eyes. You are an inspiration to me!

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  11. Carrie

    October 17, 2018 at 12:06 pm

    This was beautifully written. Thanks for sharing. I had the privilege of hearing Rosaria speak a while back and she said something that stuck with me. “The Gospel comes with a house key.” Changed the way my husband and I thought about hospitality.

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  12. Aislinn

    January 3, 2019 at 9:29 am

    Wow. This is SO TRUE! I’m still learning to do this, but I’m learning! Love your blog, very inspiring!

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  13. Elizabeth

    January 15, 2019 at 6:03 am

    Good points, hospitality isn’t about showing off a perfect home and certainly not showing what perfect people we are, however if someone’s home is an absolute disaster and there’s poop on the toilet I don’t feel welcome, I feel like an intruder, because obviously they were not ready for guests.

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