"You don't need a "mansion" to have a well appointed, lovely and welcoming home.... I had forgotten. Your friendship reminded me. "
These are words from a dear friend to me just today. They brought tears to my eyes. This is what I want for our home, each and every day. A welcoming spot, a gentle reminder of things larger than consumerism, and the American dream, a place where we can share Christ and give (and receive, too).
I'll admit sometimes I do cringe when I welcome friends who live in large, lovely homes into my little 1993 Fleetwood, with its grand total of l200 square feet. It is a 17 year old double wide, and friends, this fact can't be hidden.
Or can it?
Facts will be facts, of course.
But maybe it doesn't matter quite as much as we have been led to believe.
Maybe, just maybe it is more about friendship and sharing and caring and loving.
Oh, we could live in a mansion, and have a 30 year loan hanging over our heads. But we have chosen not to do this, and someday we may get our chance to build our little dream cottage.
Either way, no matter where I live I want to always remember to share what we do have without apology.
It is what God has given to us, to share with others for His glory.
I needed this reminder, it is so easy to forget.