I had a small group of great women over for dinner a few nights ago and as we chatted into the evening the discussion turned to what it is that holds some of us back from opening our homes. One thing was echoed over and over again.
Because how are we supposed to invite people over when our home and life and hair are all a huge mess? When we are swamped with work or in the midst of renovations or unable to keep up with the housework? How are we supposed to invite people in when we hardly want to be in our own homes?
For some of you this battle with perfection is a raging war that you fight everyday and I don't want to pretend for a second that I have all the answers, but I do want to address the elephant in the room:
Perfect is a lie. It is unattainable. And when we are talking about things like the perfect house or the perfect family or the perfect meal, it is so subjective that it doesn't mean anything at all.
Perfect is a big fat lie.
We all have messes in our home and life and heart. Big, broken, somedays-almost-conquered-but-not-quite, beautiful messes. And we hide them away and miss out on the fellowship our soul craves.
The time will never be right. Your house will never be as clean as it could be. Your to-do list isn't going anywhere. Friend, please don't rob yourself of community waiting for something that doesn't exist.
Perfect is a lie. And Love is truth.
This is day 2 in a series about simple hospitality. Click here to see more.
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