To get my juices flowing for a post on "Hospitality," I looked up the word in the dictionary. Original idea, I know. Here's what one of the definitions said: "Hospitality is to treat others with warmth and generosity." Those words triggered a rush of memories and a flash of faces, faces that are to me the definition of warmth and generosity. So this post goes out to those people. You know who you are...
I didn't know that I'd need you like I do.
I didn't know how much your prayers and send-offs would bolster my soul.
I never knew that I'd only ever be able to go and serve the world because I was first served by you.
When you showed up at the church, arms ladened with food and pretty things, to send us off in style, I didn't know how much it would mean to me.
When you set up tables in the early morning hours and sold your things for me, I didn't know that I would crumble when you handed me wads of cash.
When you gave me pictures, cards and light-weight gifts, when you scratched "We'll miss you!" on chalkboards, I didn't know it'd melt me right through.
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