I realized when the Listros were here last weekend that I really do love being a hostess. It's been a source of some stress in Peru because I don't know how to do it well here. I'm learning new things every day, but I still feel like a royal cultural dunce fairly often.
Tonight, for example, we're having friends over to learn how to make tacos (including homemade tortillas and guacamole). While I know I could make that fun with our Charlotte friends, I feel pretty sure it will be awkward tonight. Despite the predicted awkwardness, I'm realizing that sometimes I have to press on through the pain.
The goal of tonight isn't to show what a great hostess I am; it's to offer our friendship and our lives to these friends and receive the same from them. The goal of tonight, and of all of our moments here, is that God would get the glory.
Sometimes I think that goal is even more fully realized when I do look like an idiot. I know that for many here I am a window into the character of God (a very intimidating position). That's probably more successful when I'm humble(d) and accessible than when I get it all "right."