Opening My Doors
I found new forms of hospitality with the Holy Spirit.
By: Meagan Sullivan
I grew up believing that the only way to show hospitality was to be the host for some event. It had to be a lavish affair, and it had to follow a certain formula. You needed to be wearing an apron, high heels, and pearls—and naturally be offering a four-course meal. Now that I have a ten-month-old daughter, formal dinners are, more than ever, off the table for me.
Still, I’ve spent the last few weeks pondering the idea of hospitality and what it might look like for my life. That’s when I began...
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