It was at a time when we were remodeling an apartment and I was super self-conscious with having anyone over since things did not look "perfect." Rebekah was so kind. I can't remember her exact words but it was something to the effect of, "Franci, you are the reason I am coming over. I am not coming over for what your house looks like."
That spoke volumes to me. It is true and it makes me sad now to think how concerned I was about the appearance of my home. Now, I welcome people in and worry little if at all about the state of my house. Yes, I want a beautiful well-kept home, but I want the relationships more.
So I no longer let a messy bookshelf (or old blue carpet) keep me from inviting friends over.
Can anyone relate?