Posted in family, Mission on May 26, 2010 |
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This last week has been difficult, awkward. I have not cried like before, but I still feel a burning behind my eyes at odd and unpredictable moments reminding me that I’m not quite settled, not yet at peace.
The best way I can describe the discomfort is that it feels as if we are visiting our lives. We are – for the foreseeable future – perpetual visitors wherever we go. In each setting, on both continents, in Nashville or Fort Wayne or Blantyre, at church, with friends and family. We are visitors.
We can listen deeply. We can tell stories of our travels. We can relax and appreciate the luxury of time.
In most cases, it’s delightfully easy to pick up where we left off. But we know, and our hosts know, that the chair is only pulled out for a time. Instead of continuing to agonize and analyze and feel awkward, this morning I am wondering what it means to be a a good visitor. How can we intentionally be gracious visitors?
Because we are surely surrounded by the most amazing hosts! With open arms, good food, smiling faces, joyful hearts and compassionate welcomes, each friend, church and family member is unfailingly kind and generous.
And so I pray that I will be a better guest, knowing that in many homes and places the hospitality is so warm and the relationships so deep that I forget I am a visitor and feel blissfully at home.
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