My gift is not hospitality. It does not come naturally to me to invite people into my home and share what I have with them, especially on short notice. I realize this acutely on a Sunday morning during church when my husband whispers to me after the first song, "What are you planning for lunch?" "Nothing," I say, which isn't entirely true. For a scavenger we have plenty! In the fridge, we have half my leftover dinner from going to Ruby Tuesday's last night, some ham and cheese, even peanut butter and jelly for those of us who want to go all out. Right. So in other words, "nothing." "Because I want to invite so-and-so over for lunch today," Josh continues. Immediately vivid-colored snapshots of our house in its current condition begin flashing through my mind. Our bed, unmade with pillows everywhere (thanks to my growing belly and my increasing need for pillows). Clothes strewn around the floor as the result of wardrobe ...