Why is opening my door so hard? The moment I hear a knock, I start to panic that things aren’t right. I rack my brain, frantically trying to remember if I put an extra roll of toilet paper in the bathroom. I wonder if the banana bread I planned on offering turned out right. I doubt that I am enough and wonder if my home will make up for my insufficiencies.
Grace has a funny way of appearing in these moments when I’m relying on my own self-sufficiency. It sneaks into the cracks of my heart and reminds me of the work of Christ and the call on my life. The words of a dear friend run through my head reminding me that, when I leave this life, God isn’t going to ask about the piles of laundry or confirm that I always had an extra roll of toilet paper ready, He’s going to ask if I fed the hungry and clothed the naked.
So I take a deep breath, turn the handle, and wait for grace.
When I open that door and welcome in the weary mom with her energetic toddler, I’m welcoming Christ. Serving them in Christ’s honor is a way of serving Christ Himself. Letting down my guard, showing them that my laundry isn’t always done, that dishes often fill my sink, and that I simply fall short, it shows them I am a real person, not a magazine article.
Because I am a human, I fall short. The Bible makes that clear. Because of who Christ is, I am enough. He fills the gaps of my insufficiencies and makes a beautiful friendship out of conversation over a cup of tea.
I don’t have to have a perfect house. Jesus can work even if I forget to hang a clean hand towel in the bathroom. The only thing I have to do is offer what I have for His use.
Today, that means opening my home and sharing what I have to whomever He sends my way. It means letting a friend come share her heart even if we have to move laundry off the couch and stretching dinner a bit further than planned when someone shows up unexpectedly. It simply means offering whatever my hands are occupied with for Him to use.
So when that door opens and the friend comes in, I remind myself to take a breath. I chase after my thoughts and force them to submit to the truth of Scripture. Remembering that I’m not enough, it frees me to remember that I know the one who is enough and that He is working in my home and through my obedience.