I’ve always been very hard on myself.
The whole idea of extending grace to others is a far easier concept for me to grasp than extending it to myself. And for years, one of the ways this manifested in my life was in a constant striving for perfection. If I do all of the ‘right’ things and make all of the ‘right’ choices then everything in my life will be ‘right’…right? 😉
Of course, even as I type out those words I realize once again how absolutely ridiculous that sounds.
Years ago, when I first began hosting special occasions in my home, I would carefully plan out every single detail and agonize if I realized I had forgotten something.
And, in the process, I drove my family crazy. You see, while I would greet the guests at the door with a big smile on my face and arms opened wide, those poor souls living here with me knew that only minutes (or even seconds!!) before, I was running around like a banshee, barking orders and freaking out if anything was out of place.
How fun for them, right? 😉
Eventually, no one really wanted to have people over. Including me. Hosting went from being less about showing others hospitality and more about showing others how ‘together’ we were. When we really weren’t!
So I prayed that God would release me from this perfectionism. This need to have everything so ‘right’.
And you know what? He did!
He helped me understand how much I was getting in my own way. And I’ve come to learn the real meaning of hospitality. And not just hospitality as it’s shown to guests but also (and maybe more importantly!) how it’s shown to those living right here in my home.
But, you know what else God helped me understand?
That being released from perfectionism didn’t mean I had to let go of some of the things that are just inherently ‘me’.
Things like enjoying setting a pretty table.
Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of times when hosting at our house simply means pizza and beer.
But, there is just something about setting a table for a holiday that feels so timeless. So traditional. And I’m definitely a traditional kind of girl.
For Easter this year though, I gave myself a break. One I probably wouldn’t have given myself all those years ago when I first began hosting holidays.
Oh sure, there was china and chargers and a linen tablecloth. We even used my husband’s grandmother’s silver which was given to us as a wedding gift.
But the centerpiece took all of 5 minutes. Fresh cherry blossoms from trees in my backyard put in simple glass vases and surrounded by battery operated candles.
And when it came time to put out the napkins I paused. Because, well, I really didn’t want to have to wash cloth napkins. I knew that at the end of that day I was going to be wiped out. And the thought of ANOTHER load of laundry was just one thing too many on this already crazy weekend.
Now the old me would have felt like I needed to just suck it up and get out those cloth napkins.
But now, well, now I know how to make the best choice for me and my family.
And now I know that vintage silver can still look beautiful on paper napkins.
Who knows? Maybe next year there will be paper plates on those gold chargers!
It’s a slippery slope folks. 😉
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