“A visitor for breakfast…”

I was just reading a chapter in “The Horse and His Boy” by C.S. Lewis, and I really love how he portrays the dwarves in here.

“There they found a little house with a smocking chimney and an open door, and as they came to the doorway Duffle called out:

‘Hey brothers! A visitor for breakfast.’”

I just love the way he puts that! It makes you almost feel like you’re being welcomed into the home of the dwarves. I would love to get to a point when that is second nature for me, to welcome people into my home as if it was their own.

Today, we did a major clean up of our house for when my friend comes over, something that my mum calls a “blitz”. It kind of helped the overall cleaning for when my grandparents come to visit. I started the day off, sort of determined but rather cheerful, ready to tackle a big day of cleaning. Wow, how often I change my mood, just because a little thing wasn’t going right! It bugs me to think of how much I cater my moods for what I think the situation demands. “Ok, so big day of cleaning ahead!” I think to myself, “so I’ll be a ‘cheerful worker’.” and “Oh, no! My friend might not be coming after all; so I might as well freak out and whine!” Why is it so easy to do that? Can I not be patient and joyful throughout all, both the good and the bad situations? There’s this one character in an Agatha Christie who talked about how a true lady never freaks out at big situations, but keeps her head and gracefully goes through whatever comes her way. I love that idea, and I think I definitely need to follow the ladylike women of the past.

Well, I’ve got to finish this post off now. Lord willing, I’ll be updating more consistently, though, so you won’t have to wait long. :)

 

God bless and shalom!