I was brought up in a very materialistic environment, which instilled entitlement and arrogance in me. As expected, I got married, had a beautiful home built for us, and started a family. I had it ALL, or so I thought. At least that’s what the world would have thought looking at me.
On the weekends, I can often be heard saying, “I need to put my house back together.” That can be what housekeeping feels like, right? Putting all the things that are out of place back where they belong and making what has become disorderly orderly again.
When the Bible says in 1 Corinthians 1:27 that God chooses what is foolish and weak in the world, it is certainly talking about me. Before I was saved, hospitality was the last thing on my mind. My husband, Alan, and I were very content without others and lived far from family.
I recently had a dear friend share with me that she’s having to come to grips with being mediocre. I could relate. Who hasn’t wondered at one time or another if they matter, if their life is worth a hill of beans, and if anything they do or have ever done has made a difference?
What is home? This question has been on my mind of late for various reasons, most recently and tragically, with the wildfires that destroyed so many homes in southern California.
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