Happy almost weekend friends! We are wrapping up summer break with a wonderful family vacation and that means we’ve called on one of our very gifted friends to help us out this week by sharing some much-needed words of encouragement that we know will resonate with everyone on some level. Please help us welcome Katie Reid to the picket fence!
I am an idealist. That’s a fancy way of saying I have unrealistic expectations.
I want to serve a mouth-watering meal, with all the food groups, and act like money is not a restrictor to the menu. I dream of serving said meal in a Pinterest-pretty home that is dusted, shiny, and clutter-free. I imagine that my five darlings will not interrupt the conversing adults and will be thoroughly entertained and independent while we visit with friends.
It all looks pretty in my head but something gets lost in execution.
As an outgoing introvert I love the idea of hosting people; I just want to hide out once they show up.
I like to think that I prepare for others calmly, but my family knows better. They get out of the way as Host-zilla emerges, barking orders to pick-up and help out and shouting out an exasperated, “Yes! We have to vacuum right now so the house looks great when they arrive.”
Then the guests come and I am worn-out and we all try to put on a happy face and act like preparing for their arrival was no big deal and aren’t we so glad they are here?!
Of course we are glad they came but the frenzy beforehand leaves me feeling like a hypocrite.
A controlling woman makes for a less-than gracious hostess. That’s me, the Tightly Wound Woman, who wants everything just so. Thankfully I married a Mr. Steady who was born with a hospitable heart.
He’d just assume feed the guests cereal and step over toys on the way to the couch then act irritable to our guests. His culinary repertoire might be lacking but his heart is welcoming as he greets our guests and makes them feel at ease.
Maybe I’ve got it all backwards? I am busy cleaning the outside of the cup while the inside is cracking from all the pressure I put upon it (see Matthew 23:23-28).
I am so concerned with how nice everything looks and tastes that I bypass the heart of the matter.
The guests, our friends, want to be known. They desire conversation more than quality ingredients. They want to be seen and heard more than they want to go pin my recipe or post my fireplace mantel on Instagram. #wowthisgirlknowshowtodecorate
Hospitality…such a loaded word that actually means something quite simple; to receive.
I focus too much on what I am giving out that I forget to receive those in front of me by being present and welcoming them into the real.
We allow others into our crazy and somehow grace finds us there.
We let conversation marinate and don’t rush the silence and we begin to boil up with joy and laughter. Tears also come as we confess the pain we are walking through and dare to whisper the untidy questions that keep us up at night.
And this is where true hospitality is found…somewhere in the cracks, between courses, in stepping over Legos and overlooking the mismatched pillows, and in enjoying the person rather than what they brought—or forgot to bring.
And I breathe a little deeper and smile a little wider and get a little braver since this is what is required of me: just an open heart as I choose to open the door (instead of hiding out while hubby greets the guests); just a little time in the scheme of the day to see what’s beneath the surface of a friend’s heart; just a willing hand to offer what I have, even if it’s just a bowl of cereal and a listening ear.
As we receive those that come our way with grace and authenticity we all feast on a bounty of blessings.
Maybe hospitality has very little to do with food or the condition of our homes and much more to do with the presence of a welcoming heart amidst the mess.
Thank you so much, Katie, for your beautiful, truth-filled words!
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Thank you for meeting us at the fence today and have a great weekend!
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5 Comments on "The Tightly Wound Woman’s Guide to Hospitality"
Thank you so much for hosting me today!
Thank you Katie for sharing your thoughts and emotions on opening your home to others! I too get a little stressed having to be the hostess for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I do have help with grown children bringing a dish for our large gathering though! Blessings to you for calm spirit and less pressure on yourself!
Thank you, Susan. Hope you are having a great week. “A calm spirit with less pressure on myself”…that sounds wonderful. 😉
I needed to see this, I am definitely tightly wound and a perfectionist hahaaa! My heart wants to host the parties and the dinners with every bit perfect. My husband is also Mr. Steady as well, I will host a dinner before this year as out and remember its about the heart.
Bless You!
Thanks so much Katie. Unfortunately, I was the wound up mom when my 4 kids were growing up and I had a tendency to bark orders too. Now that I’ve gotten older and my kids are all grown, I’m a lot more relaxed. I wish now that I had been more patient with my family when I was hosting.