Guest post by Rebekah at bekahcubed
You’ve heard it. You’ve probably said it. “Someday when I have a larger house...” “Someday when I don’t have to work...” “Someday when my house gets clean...” Maybe “Someday when I learn how to cook...”
For me, it was “Someday when I’m a housewife and the ministry of home can be my full-time job...”
That was the someday I eagerly anticipated all through my high school years.
It’s a someday that still hasn’t arrived.
Yet by God’s grace, He revealed to me a little secret:
“Someday” is a liar and a thief.
“Someday” says that if the circumstances are somehow just right, I will be the woman of hospitality that I want to be.
“Someday” urges us to sit back, to do nothing, to wait for that elusive day to arrive.
I learned about “someday” as I read I Corinthians 7 where Paul talks about single women being unconcerned with the things of this world. “You’re acting like a married woman,” I realized.
Here I was, in a time of life that Paul says should make me free to pursue the things of God (including hospitality), yet I was acting as though I did not have that freedom. I was busy waiting for “someday”.
I’m thankful God redeemed me from “someday”—otherwise I’d have missed dozens of wonderful opportunities to offer hospitality.
I’d have missed the joy of a half-dozen middle-school girls discussing The Fellowship of the Ring in my dorm room. I’d have missed the handful of women of all ages who spent their Sunday afternoons quilting in my living room. I’d have missed the after-youth-group “hang outs” at my house (I was a youth sponsor during several of my college years). I’d have missed the tea parties held with my Grandmother’s china, the Passover Seders celebrated at my table. I’d have missed more than ten years (and counting) of opportunity to offer hospitality.
But “someday” wouldn’t have just stolen all the opportunities of yesterday. “Someday” even steals from the future.
Say “someday” arrives. I’m a full-time homemaker with all that much-longed-for opportunity to offer hospitality. I’ve spent the last ten years waiting for “someday”—and now that it’s here, I don’t have any idea what to do. I’m out of practice. I’ve developed the habit of not offering hospitality—and that’s a hard habit to break.
“Someday” is a liar and a thief—don’t let it rob from you.
So tell me, what are some of your “somedays”—and what are some strategies you can think to overcome your “somedays”?