Last night we spontaneously invited some people over for dinner.
I made a big, 13×9 pan of Tex-Mex lasagna, and at 5:00 when I looked at that big, ol’ thing I decided we needed to share it. Three people joined us, and we had a great evening. Our kids were goofy, conversation was lively, and leftovers were sent home with the guests. And all the food I made was not only edible but yummy, so that’s a plus.
The best part was how seamlessly it happened.
I know it doesn’t always work like that, but I’m thankful that I could easily invite people over without stressing too much about the details. I will confess to suddenly worrying that the food was going to be awful and spot cleaning my rather dirty floor. But I’m glad I thought about asking people to come and then quickly followed through on the idea.
That's part of living in community for me.