I’d treat it as a kind of B&B, taking care of them and providing snacks and breakfast. It would fulfill my desire to have regular guests and (hopefully) bless someone who might not take a retreat otherwise.
I didn’t have much of a budget to work with, so the plan was to just use stuff I already had to spruce up the space a bit. After a grand start, ADD took over and I got caught up in other house projects.
Then everyone kept getting sick and I didn’t have extra time or energy for much.
And then cats starting being naughty. Real naughty.
I wanted the space to be cozy and comfortable, with space to relax, read, and/or work. A desk or table seemed necessary but I couldn’t find one that fit the space and my limited budget.
And so the weeks turned into months and I didn’t host any guests.
Until a dear friend sounded desperate to get away. I thought of the unfinished, not-yet-super-cute room, the lack of workspace, and the unstable cats. Surely I couldn’t invite her to stay just yet.
Well, I did.
We were going out of town, so she’d have the whole place to herself. She jumped on it.
I was scrambling to pack for our trip, so I didn’t have time to cook her something quality for breakfast. I made cookies but then Hubs mistakenly thought they were for him. And I was terrified that the cats would do something awful.
When she later texted me to ask where to find carpet cleaner, I about fell over.
It was not my ideal hospitality scenario. Clearly.
But you know what? I think she was blessed in spite of the imperfection of it all.
Which was a fantastic reminder for me: I don’t need to wait until my home is perfect to invite people in.
Really, I don’t need to wait until my home is even moderately presentable.
If true hospitality is simply opening our homes–and lives–to others, I can do that without finished curtains, all the furniture I think I need, awesome snacks, or well-behaved animals. And that’s not what (most) other people care about anyway.
While I generally want my home to be cozy, inviting, and relatively clean, I don’t want imperfections to hinder sharing my home.
(For another great reminder of this: The Nester’s guest room post).
Do fears or imperfections prevent you from opening your home to others?