Supper of my Discontent

By Hildie Westenhaver

You guys, I am a friendly person. I am a natural chit-chatter, and I think my easy-going, fun nature is fairly obvious to most people at church. But that doesn’t seem to matter. You see my family has never been invited to anybody’s house for dinner.  I have been chalking that up to my six kids.  I am perfectly aware how scary it must seem to not only feed, but entertain a horde of strange children, no matter how nice their manners are. The thing is, no one invited us over when we had just one child either.  Back then my reasoning was that our friends were older and had no interest in hosting a young family like us. I figured that once we were a “real family” with several kids things would be different.

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