It just so happens that a couple of months ago, my husband told a young man whom he sort of mentors that we would be happy to provide a place for his visiting new girlfriend to stay while they spent a few days together.
Now, let's just stop right here and review once again what I have emphatically reported to you as the two most dreaded situations that I can personally face in life: 1) air travel and 2) entertaining, or hostessing. I bet you already knew that, didn't you? So tell me, if you knew that, why didn't my husband???
Back to the story. Jorge told me, "The end of June," but because I was just trying to get to She Speaks even as far back as February, the end of June seemed decades away. My thinking was not logical, but then, well, you know.
So as I told you, I've been running from the minute I get up in the morning until I drop at night all of this week working on our church's service week called "SERVE." It's like the word "serve," only in ALL CAPS because we are all cutting-edge like that.
It finally dawned on Jorge and me that "Ruth" is coming into town tonight, and we have nowhere to lodge her, except maybe in the attic with our high school varsity jackets or perhaps next to Zoe on her pink princess cushion-bed.
Therefore, we have been painting and scrambling to fix up College Daughter's old room to make it into a guest room the last few evenings. I've had a bedspread and accoutrements for quite some time. I've just been too busy with the conference and all, to get it done.
So I have to check out of SERVE today, go to the grocery store, check back in, check back out, go home and clean, check back in and then check out before Ruth arrives.
Here is what I can't wrap my mind around. When I was stuck that three hours on the plane, I read a book in its entirety which was given to me at the conference by Karen Ehman called, A Life That Says Welcome: Simple Ways to Open Your Heart & Home to Others.
Is God messing with me? I mean, air travel, appointments with editors, SERVE week and a house guest within two weeks? Am I on LOST? Am I in purgatory?
I don't know whether I'm coming or going, but I know where I'd like to be. On Anna Maria Island with my pink toenails planted in white sand.
I'll catch you up later on my house guest event so that I can confirm my inadequacy one more time with you, just for kicks. Ta-ta for now.
*PS: I have met the house guest, and she is a lovely person! Very gracious. Which is good.