We had quite an experience this weekend, one I had hoped
for, but not out loud - just a secret wish. You see, maybe a month ago I noticed a RYFO event posted on
facebook - a "Dessert's On Us" or something or other. I was intrigued and checked out the details. It was to be in Orange County on
February 1st.
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I
followed the posts regarding this event, secretly hoping in some way it would
work out that we would be able to go.
This would require a 12 hour drive, which for us, we've made a million
times, so really that part was no big deal. It would also require Greg to take a Saturday off. This was a bigger deal since he has
only been at his new job about 4 months and it seemed the last time he
attempted to take a vacation day, there weren't enough available hours for him
to do so. We'd been toying with
the idea of scheduling a routine surgery Greg had to have to coincide with a
trip to California - as a sort of "recovery", but the surgery date
ended up being late February.
So
as the last week of January began, I sadly shrugged off the idea of making it
to this RYFO event. But then, as
if it was all planned out the whole time, God sent me an email and laid it all
out.
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My email from God! |
Okay, that's not exactly how
it went. I just really, really
want God to communicate with me like that. I'll even take a real, paper letter via US Mail. I realize the reality in which God
"speaks" to us: through
His Word, through other people, through prayer, but as of late, I am pretty
sure He doesn't use email. (Not
that He couldn't if He wanted to.
He can do anything, I know this, but....) I digress.
Anyway, I received an email that put the wheels in motion
for a trip to California. Yes,
we'd have to leave in three days, yes, Greg would have to get a day off, yes it
would require expenses we hadn't budgeted for, but then again we were picking
up a check we'd been waiting on for 5 months the day before we needed to
leave. So, yes, God worked it all
out just for me, just so I could go to my little RYFO event. Okay, He worked it out for a number of
reasons, this I know was one of them.
But then I thought, "Is this event even for us?" I asked (the RYFO President), Nick and he agreed to let us
come. Actually, he was super-awesome
and was happy to have us. I was so
excited to be able to meet the people involved in this awesome thing we were
also a part of. To meet them face
to face, hear what they had to say, to be able to buy a RYFO t-shirt and not pay
for shipping...
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A different brand of fan |
A number of things stood out to me as we talked with
people. The most common response
to meeting us was kind of an awe at being a host home. It was an odd thing to hear people
thank us for what we do and comment on how great they think it is. It seemed kind of like what we do is
some mystical service that most people can't do. We were met with wide eyes or squinted eyes seemingly trying
to understand or comprehend the host home experience. We were able to offer some explanation of what it looks like
when we get to host an artist. That
seemed to help. But still, I
realize for most people, that what we do is nuts. And if it doesn't sound crazy to some, the impossibility of
how keeps them from doing.
So, I'd like to share a few practical and completely
impractical things we've learned being a RYFO host home over the last year:
We get to witness the
water to wine and the feeding of the 5000 miracles every single time.
Living
on a teeny-tiny budget, we shop, portion, and eat for 2 people. We carefully watch our spending. We took some hard hits over the last
year and a half (as most people have) and had to watch our savings dwindle
down, down, down. We adjust what
we can of course. We are the cheapest,
most frugal people in our family the world.
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That Diet Coke was a gift! See, God loves us! |
When
we receive a stay request, we plan for what meals we will need to prepare then
we shop with faith. We usually
blow our food budget for 2 weeks for one stay. But we love it.
We love that we can provide some healthy meals for these guys and girls
who eat more Taco Bell and pizza in one tour than one should eat in a
lifetime. We love that we can send
them off with a case of water, some sunflower seeds and a few other snacks for
the road. We love that when there
is orange juice in the fridge it means that we had or are having company. We love cooking up all the ground
turkey in the freezer for one meal (which is portioned for 6 meals) and adding little potatoes to it to make it
stretch and hopefully feed 10 of them with the possibility of also feeding the
two of us. We love thinking we
couldn't possibly have made enough food, but then, miraculously we have some leftovers
and everyone had enough. Sometimes without having room for
dessert!
God
multiplies it and makes it gourmet.
Surprisingly
enough, we never go without or are hungry even though we spent that food
budget. God provides every
single time.
No one says anything
about the bedding from 1980.
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Wake me up, before you go, go |
How
we ended up with the sheets I remember from my childhood, I don't know - I
guess Mom gets the new ones and we get what she's getting rid of. Mind you, they are in good condition,
it's just obvious from the patterns they are from the 80s.
I
am a little worried that the bands will come in and be a tad disappointed when
they see they have to sleep on air mattresses, or one of two twin mattresses we
have for guests or even the floor.
I wish they could walk in and see a king size bed for each fitted with
down comforters and heavenly pillows in their own private room their own
private bathroom, but that's just not what we've got. We have been totally blessed with a 3 bedroom house. We can split up the sleeping in our
guest/music room and in the office (if Greg is not working), in the living room
and even in the dining room (which actually doubles as our work out room -we've
made it easy to move furniture around to give a lot of floor space). And one bathroom is all we have for the
guys/gals to share.
We've
had 10 guys stay at one time and I can tell you that not once was there a
complaint about the accommodations.
On the contrary. We
received more thanks and compliments from those 10 guys than you can imagine. They live on the road. They share a van for hours upon hours
with each other. They sleep in the
van, eat in the van and "shower" in the van. Our 80s bedding is of no concern to
these artists. Any space they are
allowed to utilize, they do and are grateful. They have been nothing but respectful.
You will never have
enough if you think you need more.
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Ding dong! It's Jesus! |
Yes,
we have a three bedroom house with a driveway, a front yard, a backyard and a
garage. I do not tell you this to
boast. I see pictures of host
homes that are more beautiful than ours, with swimming pools, woods for
backyards, even separate quarters for quests. I am not jealous - okay maybe sometimes, I am... but I will
tell you this: If we moved and we
lived in a one bedroom apartment, our desire to host bands would not
change. And since that desire
would not change, we would continue to offer our home as a refuge to these
traveling artists. They, of
course, have the option to accept or decline. I do know this though, that most of these guys and girls
would rather sleep inside on the floor than in the van. They would rather share one bathroom
than have to visit the Walmart bathroom on the road after they've slept in the
parking lot. They are thrilled to
sit in a quiet place with wifi that doesn't include McAnything.
If we have a roof to offer, we
will. We will let other wonderful
homes with amenities we don't have share their blessings. Isn't that the beautiful thing about
Christ's children? That we are all
different and that we all have different things to offer? He has given each of us a desire to
take care of those traveling artists. I do not think it makes a difference how much we have to
offer, but how we choose to use what we have.
If you're intrigued and want to become a host home, but are stuck on the logistics or just stuck, know this: There will never be the "right time" to become a host home - there is never a
"once we are settled into a place with more room", a "once we
have a steady enough income to provide for our family first", a "once
we've gotten enough blankets, pillows, plates, forks, stuff, in the
cabinets". Those times may
never come or they may come once you take that step of faith and use the
servant's heart God put in you.
We
feel most alive when we serve Him, and for us, serving Him as a host home
brings so much joy to us. I think
it may bring joy to the recipients of the stay, but even if we never hear about
it, ultimately it is Christ who we are serving (loving) every single time
that doorbell rings.