THE OPEN DOOR...
Is it in my blood, my culture, my life experiences, my beliefs or all of the above? I love people. I love learning about people, their cultures, their story. And so it is, my life (and the lives of those who share my life) are surrounded by perfect strangers who simply are friends we haven't met. Our door, as humble and worn as it is, is always open. Open to family, friends, travelers, kids, students and even the door to door salesman. As one friend leaves another arrives. This I know for sure...Yifeng (our first exchange student who lived with us 5 years ago) arrives next week for a two week visit. Shortly after his arrival, two strangers from Belgium arrive to surf our couch. I used to look at my chipped walls, stained carpet, and worn furniture as blemishes, imperfections that needed immediate repairs and sometimes a source of embarrassment. I now embrace the imperfections of our home like I have accepted and celebrated my grey hair. What is wrong with imperfections? It adds character and tells a story! Like the rings of a tree, each grey hair represents all the years I have been blessed to live and each stain in my carpet tells the story of those that stayed here. And so it shall remain...My life, my door, my mind and my heart shall continue to be open!