I went to visit a family yesterday. They lived in a ragged apartment, with concrete floors. They had a loveseat, kitchen table and chairs, and a computer. Sheets and towels on the windows. That was it. The baby was crawling around with his onesie around his waist because he had grown out of it. I was company for them, so they made me sit at the best seat at the table, drink from their best cup, and offered the first piece of chicken straight from the pan. I was visiting a family that has so little... yet they were willing to give me the very best of what they have. It was a humbling experience. It was a reminder about being grateful for what I have, and for me to be generous in giving it away. Hospitality is something we could really practice more in our home. Everyone that comes to our home is family or really close friends, so we really expect them to serve themselves. We need to step back into our southern hospitality.

I really like talking to families- they tell you so much about themselves. I am honored to be trusted with their struggles, worst fears, best triumphs. I love my job today.