Great reminders here, Nicole. I’m thinking, too, about the words it is more blessed to give. I’ve learned that it is also blessed to receive, harder, but just as important. Thank you. ❤️
When I was a child, there were very few Sundays when my family was not at someone's home for dinner or someone was at our home for dinner following morning worship. Reciprocation was the norm. We took turns either offering hospitality or accepting it. I miss those days.
Miss you! Strange to say given that when you are home, we are both so busy that we never see one another. I'm away too - in Denver helping a daughter with a ruptured eardrum who cannot hear. Your phrase LITTLE SHELTERS EVERYWHERE nudged me off track. Away from physical shelters and towards emotional shelters: a stranger's smile at a bus stop; a stranger's comment on the spinach in the produce aisle; or a patient driver stopping for a pedestrian at a busy crosswalk. I'm increasingly aware
Yes! Yes, Doris —- the non-physical but very real little shelters! But also the impromptu physical kind (Like offering cross country bicyclers a hot shower on a rainy day?)
I loved "being an openhearted guest is just as important as being an openhearted host"
We are spending this Sunday evening in a home as guests with several others we have never been with before. Your writing has brought awareness to the real experience we will be having. I look forward to paying attention to all the facets of the beauty of hospitality.
This was so dear and rich. I laid on my back in the sunlight in the grass and listened at the end and it was just right. Love you!
So glad you listened in the lovely shelter of the open sky! Just right, indeed ~
Deeply moving! Thank you.
Another beautiful, inspiring deliciousness for our hearts Nicole. Thank you so much! "Little shelters" --a beautiful image! 🙏🏻💜
Great reminders here, Nicole. I’m thinking, too, about the words it is more blessed to give. I’ve learned that it is also blessed to receive, harder, but just as important. Thank you. ❤️
Absolutely, Bar! Yes.
I really related to this post. Thanks!
When I was a child, there were very few Sundays when my family was not at someone's home for dinner or someone was at our home for dinner following morning worship. Reciprocation was the norm. We took turns either offering hospitality or accepting it. I miss those days.
Miss you! Strange to say given that when you are home, we are both so busy that we never see one another. I'm away too - in Denver helping a daughter with a ruptured eardrum who cannot hear. Your phrase LITTLE SHELTERS EVERYWHERE nudged me off track. Away from physical shelters and towards emotional shelters: a stranger's smile at a bus stop; a stranger's comment on the spinach in the produce aisle; or a patient driver stopping for a pedestrian at a busy crosswalk. I'm increasingly aware
of the small gifts we tend to overlook.
Yes! Yes, Doris —- the non-physical but very real little shelters! But also the impromptu physical kind (Like offering cross country bicyclers a hot shower on a rainy day?)
Thank you.
I loved "being an openhearted guest is just as important as being an openhearted host"
We are spending this Sunday evening in a home as guests with several others we have never been with before. Your writing has brought awareness to the real experience we will be having. I look forward to paying attention to all the facets of the beauty of hospitality.
Lovely, Nicole. ♥️