Anytime I actually think about it, I'm surprised at how seldom we have visitors in our home. This was certainly not the case at previous times in my life. My ex-husband Doug and I loved having people in as often as possible when we were married, especially after we moved to a fairly large suburban home with an actual guest room. Even during my two years or so as a single mom in a small apartment, I never thought twice about hosting church groups and things. And after Carl and I were married, his family lived directly upstairs from us and my son had friends in to visit, so our existence was anything but reclusive.