I am enough. I have enough.

Blog post by FH blogger Allison Vesterfelt

I’m still in Guatemala, and if I had to use one word to describe my time here, I would use this word: hospitality.

Honestly, this is a huge value of mine. I grew up in a family who offered meals and beds to anyone who needed them, anytime, no questions asked, and I’ve always had a strong desire do the same. Darrell and I talk about this often, about how one of the things we most want in life is a space that would afford us the ability to open our doors to friends and strangers for meals or a place to sleep.

We have weekly conversations about what exactly we could do to make people feel loved and cared for in our home, and dream about a space where people could feel comfortable and safe.

But despite the fact this is a huge value of ours, I have to say, these people blow me out of the water.

I’ve never seen anything like it.

Several families took chickens from their yard and used them to cook meals so fancy they are only served once a year at weddings and festivals. One family even offered to give us a chicken to take home with us (I was so disappointed we had to decline, darn customs).

They invited us into their less-than-perfect (but oh-so-beautiful) homes, urging us to take a seat and make ourselves comfortable.

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Allison Vesterfelt is an FH blogger who is a writer, managing editor of Prodigal Magazine and author of “Packing Light: Thoughts on Living Life with Less Baggage” (Moody, 2013). She lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota with her husband Darrell.

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