The last few years have been filled with all sorts of challenges—unwanted job changes, unrelenting health issues, unexpected financial burdens—for our family of four. We’ve moved several times, and with two busy boys (ages 11 and 17), part-time teaching and editing jobs, and a husband in church staff ministry, I often don’t have the energy or time to plan gatherings.
Each of us has periodically struggled with either anxiety or depression as we’ve navigated these rough waters, and—frankly–I’ve questioned how hospitality and emotional turbulence can mix.
However, I know that God doesn’t want me to wallow in guilt. He also doesn’t want me to hold tightly to a narrow definition of this particular spiritual gift. The question is, how can I practice hospitality when life’s daily demands take all the energy I can muster? Or should I even try?