When God gathered all the ingredients together to create the recipe that he used to shape my soul, I think he forgot something. Hospitality.
I don't have a speck, a dash, or even a tiny smidgen of the stuff.
I envy those extroverts who love to entertain, open their doors to others, and engage in all the small talk at parties. Me? I 'd rather be by myself in my little corner of the world where everything is organized, predictable, and quiet.
Lately I have been seeing the gift of hospitality in a new light. I am learning to see this practice as more than just cooking, cleaning, and entertaining.