the hospitable home

hos·pi·tal·i·ty

noun, plural hos·pi·tal·i·ties.

1. the friendly reception and treatment of guests or strangers.
2. the quality or disposition of receiving and treating guests and strangers in a warm, friendly, generous way.

I mentioned a while back that B & I decided to sub-let our little home while he was away for 7 weeks.  And those 7 weeks are very quickly coming to a close.  I will soon again be sleeping 8 feet off the ground, waking up to this very glorious morning light.  But strangely it wasn’t exactly an easy decision to leave it in the hands of another person. It should have been, but it wasn’t.

This wasn’t the first time we’ve ventured into sub-letting territory.  And our first experience (in our Michigan home) was so great and easy; but that’s because we were leaving it in the hands of one of our besties.  (Ok, so “easy” may not be the right word… but peace of mind is.)  This time though, we were renting to a young woman — a recent college graduate that I knew a long time ago — when she was a child.  And although I know she is very responsible, it kind of felt like a stranger would be entering into our sacred space.  But really — that’s a bunch of hog-wash!

I am so thankful that I have a husband who continues to challenge and push me to be a better person.  He didn’t think twice about it; I however was obsessing over, what really amounts to, our “stuff”.  And stuff is just that… stuff.  I can so easily become possessive and materialistic (and I hate that about myself!)  I was having visions of red wine being spilled on our cream couches, a melted hole in our Persian rug, and scratches in our leather chair…  But you know – so what.  It’s just STUFF.

What’s more important is that this girl needed a place to stay and we had one to offer.  And I had to remember that sometimes hospitality isn’t just baking a cake for someone, but offering up something really personal.  I know as a young adult, I had plenty of folks willing to help me out and I should at the very least be paying that part forward.  But being hospitable is a state of mind in which I would like to stay, in all aspects of my life.  I would like to be able to offer not only my house, but my heart as well.

And I’m sure that when I arrive back home next week, everything will be in order.  And if it’s not; it’s just not and we’ll deal with it then.  But in the mean time I hope our temporary tenant is enjoying herself silly!

 

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