Yesterday, we were out on a walk in our neighborhood, enjoying the rare Northwest springtime sunshine, and we came upon an open house. Being nosy neighbors, and thinking about buying a home of our own in the near future, we decided to take a peek inside.
Having never owned a home or experienced our own open house, I’ve always wondered what it’s like for home owners to invite strangers into their place to peek into their closets and stare into their cupboards.
I found myself looking in the pantry at this open house, noticing how organized everything was. There were separate Tupperware containers for everything. It actually made me a little self conscious of my pantry at home, which has things precariously stacked atop each other (Dan loves to make fun of my haphazard clothes pin usage to seal things).
Ironically, later that same day, we went to the evening service at our church and got a sermon on hospitality. Okay, maybe it wasn’t ironic but God’s perfect timing.
Naturally, God convicted me about my attitude. I worry about what people think of my cupboards, my closets, and the cleanliness of my floor, and it keeps me from having people over more regularly. Because I know that there’s going to be a lot of cleaning involved beforehand.
I think it’s partly because I’m comparing myself to some sort of design magazine standard, and it’s partly my own insecurity.
When I’m at friends’ homes, I honestly don’t notice what their floors look like, and I’ve never thought about how their cupboards look. But of course, I always imagine that they’re evaluating mine.
God is working on my heart. And I’m thankful that each day, he’s showing me a new way that I can grow and be more like Jesus.
I have a lot to learn in this department. And I’d love any suggestions for those of you with the gift of hospitality, or people who have also struggled with this issue and have grown with God’s help.