How many times have you strived to be somewhere else when God has you right where He wants you to be?
I am a true homebody. I love my home. I could piddle around the house all day, cleaning and rearranging things. For the last couple of years I have been called away from that love for another love —to write the things God’s put on my heart for you.
Today, those two loves come together.
When we decided to give up our home in Tampa, some six years ago, it was well before we had one inkling about a move back to Jacksonville. In this season of stretching and testing I felt God calling me to trust Him, step out in faith and sell our home on the Hillsborough Bay. Not knowing where we would go, scared me (housing was expensive in South Tampa). It was truly a sacrifice for me, however, because I believed this request was from God, I pressed on into obedience and trusted He would provide.
It was five years ago when I first walked through the door of our home in Jacksonville where we live today. It was everything I envisioned and dreamed about (while we were in “housing limbo” between cities), down to the most minute detail, even the bead-boarding in the mudroom and the hooks on the wall for jackets. Only God knew these designs I held in my heart. I felt Him smile when I walked into our new home and recognized His gift — God’s loving acknowledgment for trusting Him.
The day we moved in, David and I declared our door would always be open to whomever God brought to stay with us.
This was His house.
If you haven’t already guessed, I’ll tell you, I’m a bit of a Martha type — a doer. There was a time when I got all bent out of shape whenever we had visitors. Everything had to be perfect. But I guess time has mellowed me a bit. Don’t get me wrong, though Martha blood still runs in my veins, I’ve taken on a little bit more of a Mary attitude. And maybe that’s why God has brought this particular season of hospitality into my life.
David and I have opened our doors and entertained more in the last six months than we have in the last twelve years.
The turn around of visitors has been so quick the house isn’t always as presentable as I would like but our guests don’t seem to mind.
I have quipped about the B&B sign we need to put out front but when all is said and done …
It is our joy.
The conversation, the food, the laughter, has been good medicine for all.
But here’s my confession: The doorbell may be ringing but the Martha in me says:
Time’s a wasting
Don’t forget your writing
You have to fulfill deadlines
Get to the next thing
Frustrated and exhausted, I asked God, what I should do? He quickly answered in a whisper. Do what’s most important. That which is right in front of you.
So, I’m here today to encourage you to practice hospitality. Whether you feel like you have time for it or not.
Time is a boundary we inflict on ourselves. God is timeless. If He calls us, He will make the time for us to do what He has called us to. Click To Tweet Whether it be to clean, to change sheets, or to scramble some more eggs. Or, to write about the importance of all.
Today, God has me right where he wants me— at home.
Where has He called you?