Читать книгу It’s Not About the Pie - Nicki Corinne White - Страница 39

21

My new friend Ann came by with her tiller and showed me how to till my flower

beds. She was a selfless person who befriended me early on. She watched my

newborn son for me and worked on art projects with me. It was wonderful to have a

young woman connect with me in that first year when I did not know many people.

Another child and a dog added to our family, and we wanted more space to

run around, so after six years, we looked again to move closer to Craig’s work.

We began looking for land to build on with bigger lots. We found a lot a mile

from Craig’s work. Since it was a new subdivision and they were anxious to

have someone finally live there, we got a deal on it and on building the house.

We remained there for eighteen years. I mention those little family details,

as it’s important to remember that family life goes on as you are decorating,

working, landscaping, and everything else that’s so essential to “living” these

days. Hospitality is a mindset—a “heart-set,” really—and it should be an all the

time thing. Saying hello, holding the door for someone loaded down, petting a

dog, offering a smile or compliment when the occasion permits—all are ways of

ministering hospitality and cost us nothing!

This latest new home was my dream home, and it soon became a hub of activity.

We had more space, so we had more variety in how we could be hospitable. Our

new basement allowed us to host missionaries, kids from singing groups, and

anyone in need of a place to land for a couple weeks. We could take people in, and

by allowing them to stay with us, we shared our heart of hospitality with them.

One of the sweetest times was when my youngest daughter, Brianna Mae, asked if

her friend Adrian could stay with us during spring break from college. She came