Are you one of those people who is naturally gifted at seeing others in need? Is your gift hospitality and you naturally see when someone needs a meal?
If so, I’m so jealous! Oh how I wish this was a natural gift of mine, but it’s not.
Making meals for others stresses me out! Crazy, I know. But seriously, it does. There seems to be such a beautiful art to it that I missed out on. The perfect meal, serving bowls, utensils, condiments, etc.
This past week I was made aware of a girl at our church who could use some help. She’s a mom and had just had a mild stroke. My heart ached for her.
She’s also a friend that I met a few years ago and I’ve witnessed her journey to becoming the person she is today. A beautiful journey I’ll have to share one day soon. In other words, I’m so proud of her! So I excitedly signed up to take a meal to her family. I couldn’t wait to bless them and visit with her.
I found myself eagerly flying around the grocery store picking up all the ingredients to make her family Taco Soup and Salad. One of my favorites, so I couldn’t wait to share! Maybe I could present a good meal for another after all?
I began cooking with all my special ingredients. A pinch here, a packet there, a can of this and a can of that. The ingredients were boiling when all the sudden it hit me . . .
What was I thinking?
I was making Taco Soup and Salad to take to a “real” mexican family. My heart began to pound as I remembered she had just told me a few days prior that she had a great mexican food recipe she wanted to share.
Y’all, I’m about as “white” as they come and I was taking a “white girls dish” of mexican food to a real mexican family that cooks real mexican food.
Oh heavens . . .
My mind started racing. I thought of ways to change the recipe, but it’s hard to disguise a mexican dish. I was in a panic!
Seriously, my thoughts were going crazy!
That’s when I began to think on this gift called hospitality. Since when did I let it be this art of perfection and bow out? When did I let the gift of serving another a meal become so complicated? When did I let my crazy thoughts overtake the love behind a meal?
As I simmered my meal and my wacky thoughts, I decided a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do . . .
laugh at myself!
I delivered the “white girls mexican food” and fixin’s and told her the story. She laughed! She declared she’d make me a “real” mexican dish one day soon. And as we sat and visited for a moment, I realized I almost missed this perfect moment.
I almost let my thoughts of perfection keep me from serving and loving on another.
And I have to say, that would have been this “white girl’s” loss!
Are you naturally gifted with the art of hospitality? If so, please send help!!! What’s your favorite meal to take another? Or what’s your favorite way to bless another family?