I’ve mentioned before my hospitality burnout in France. We entertained several days a week, inviting many, many people over for dinner. It’s taken me three years back in the states to finally welcome guests around our table. This weekend, our dear friends...
We moved to France to plant a church. We knew we’d be having folks in our house all the time. We knew we’d be hosts. And all that turned out to be very true. For a long time, we reveled in community, but then it became messy. So messy that it strangled us....