in my previous life, the thought of someone coming over to visit would have caused extreme panic. Must Clean! Must Bake! Must hide all evidence that five messy people live here! the result of which would be you coming into a relatively clean, sanitized house full of stressed out people. i have learned from women older and wiser that this is not friendship or even good hospitality. it is entertaining, and that is someone else's job.

today, i know that my house is not always clean and the children are likely to say something embarrassing but i also know that this is not the most important part. i am not here to impress you. i am here to show love, actively or by just giving you a space to breathe. sometimes, the self control to just SIT with someone, like Mary at Jesus' feet, takes enormously more energy than rushing around sweeping things.

so, come on over. there might be fresh baked cookies. then again, i might be knee deep in flowers. either way, you are welcome!