The last month has been filled to overflowing with laughter, friends, and community.  Our home is opened three times a week for various groups.  It does keep me on my toes in the cleaning department but I would not trade the moments of fellowship for a thousand hours of housekeeping.

I grew up in a place where there was a deep sense of community.  Both my church and being a part of  camp provied unending opportunities for laughter, friendship, and the reality of true biblical fellowship.  It was not perfect.  It was not all the time.  But it was there; times where hearts were opened and burdens were shared.

I find myself truly blessed to be able to have a home that I can open up for others to come to.  I saw that example over and over in my parents lives and find such joy in carrying on a tradition of hospitality.  My home is not fancy.  I hope instead it is a place where people can kick off their shoes, put their feet up, relax, and enjoy themselves.  That is important to me.

I pray my home will be filled with people, with laughter, with friends, with community.