One of the things my husband and I love doing is inviting people into our home.
For two and a half years we’ve been trying to seek people out to love and open our home to; to welcome others with open arms into our place and to offer them a sanctuary from the world. And in the process of doing so, we’ve become so close to some of these people, in particular, a group of young guys.
I call them my lost boys, (not to their face though….they’d hate me for it!) and I love them like they are my adopted boys (or brothers). Many of them are living away from their families and going to school at the university here, and I have such a burden in my heart to be a stand-in family for them! To make sure they eat good food, spend some good time with another guy near their age, to be an encouragement to them and a listening board when they need it. Drawing them out in good conversation, learning all about them and what makes them tick, and being goofballs together!
It’s been one of the most rewarding things in the world for us! These boys are a part of our family and over time we’ve all grown so close together; we have our inside jokes and little routines together. And those friendships are the things that make life so worth living!
So in conclusion, I love being Wendy and I love my lost boys!