There's one on every street. I don't know how it happened (I certainly didn't seek out this status) but we have become the local hangout for the neighborhood kids. I do my best to shoo them on to the next house, but back they come. Actually I love kids and don't mind them being here at all. The Lord has put it on my heart lately to grow in the area of hospitality and I think it's just so funny that he keeps sending kid after kid after kid to my door. I must have to graduate from kids before he'll start sending the adults . I seriously suffer from a perfectionist attitude that has kept me from offering hospitality like I should and I think God has been prettty clear that it's time I changed. So, I am working on keeping the common areas of our homes in presentable shape all the time and when whoever is visiting happens to see the ugly messes that lurk behind closed doors, I am getting better about just shrugging it off and doing better next time. I doubt that anyone who visits lives in a perfectly maintained, beautifully decorated home anyway. I'm sure they've seen messes before, and maybe, just maybe they are sighing with relief and thinking "it's not just me". So, I will keep practicing hospitality on these little curmugeons that keep popping over because gosh darn it if they don't keep blessing me just by being here. That's it for today - I'm off to offer OtterPops (try saying that five times fast) to the five kiddos in my livingroom.