I recently interviewed Leslie Verner about her new book, INVITED: The Power of Hospitality in an Age of Loneliness. I loved it and I love her. But it made me remember this post from a few years back, as true today as it was then. Hospitality takes on many forms, but mostly it requires us to be available and have space to see. Right now, my evenings require me to have space for those I may never meet. On good days, it feels holy.
When moms learn of my work to prevent human trafficking, the conversation always turns to fear for their own children. They wonder, how do I protect my kids? They ask, what can I do to prevent this from happening?
There is nothing worse for parents who have written books on parenting to feel the sting of hypocrisy. Or, I suppose for a marriage and family counselor to feel like a fraud if things at home are sloppy.
The outfit I have chosen is discarded in the clothes-swamp floor of her room. Jeans and a sensible t-shirt strewn among sparkly dresses, floral skirts, and chunky sequined sweaters. I know this walking down the hallway before I even enter. “We are going to be late,” my voice rises in warning as my footsteps fall heavy on the hardwood floors.