Mama K.  In 2010 that was the nickname given to me by a high school student a couple of days into our short-term missions trip to Corozal Town, Belize.

Mama K?

I was only thirty-eight years old and suddenly college students and post-grads were calling me “Mama K”.   The first few times that I heard it I smiled while dying a little on the inside.  The moniker made me feel so old.  Not mature or wise or nurturing, just old.

Thankfully, the Holy Spirit softened my heart, and righted my thinking, before I voiced my displeasure out loud.

I realized that I needed a radical perspective shift.  Quickly.  Because “Mama K” had been spoken over me as a term of honor.  My resistance to that title was rooted in vanity.  And if I chose to keep looking backwards to grasp at my own youthfulness, I would miss an incredible blessing that had opened up before me:

The calling to step into an intentional relationship of mentor, discipler, and friend to some pretty amazing young adults.

Five years later I bear the title of Mama K fondly.  Because the name that has guided me into mid-life brings me immeasurable joy.

After we returned home from Belize a couple of the young women we traveled and served with asked me if I would lead a bible study for them and their friends.  And a few of the young men began coming to our home for a weekly meal.

Our community dinners were born.  Monday night girls.  Thursday night guys.

These young adults found a much needed place of belonging in our home at the crossroads of their challenging life transitions.  They began inviting friends, roommates, and co-workers to join us.  So our front door and our hearts opened wider.  And now every week I serve 20-30 young adults dinner, with my family, around our table.

But really the story of how our home became a place of relational ministry begins years before Belize. Because Ryan and I tried and failed several times at establishing community in our home before we signed up to co-lead a summer missions trip in 2010.

Our first attempt was modeled after our mentors – opening our home to young families for Sunday lunch.  We called it “Soup Group”.  We also tried leading adult small groups and bible studies in our living room.  And hosted youth group events in our backyard.  Everyone always seemed to enjoy themselves, but nothing stuck and made roots.

Until Belize.

Making our home a place of belonging for people seeking deeper connections required perseverance and patience.  The willingness to try, fail, and try again.  Commitment to prayer.  And the hard work of intentional conversations with wise mentors, trusted friends, and each other before Ryan and I discovered our niche.  Inviting young adults to be a part of our family during their post graduate season of transition.  Pouring love and affirmation into them as they pour love and blessing back into us, our boys, and our home.

The community who has made deep roots into the foundation of my home may look very different from the community waiting to be planted around your table.  But if your desire is to practice hospitality, there is a group of people in you neighborhood, school, workplace, or church would love to be nourished in home.

Who is your community?  Is it young adults?  Teens?  The spouses of deployed military?  Single parents?  Families with young children?  Empty-nesters?

What ignites passion and purpose in you that can be channeled into using your home a resource for the much needed gift of authentic community?  The gift of knowing others and being truly known.

Because our homes – regardless of whether it is an apartment, a duplex, or a house – are one of our greatest resources.  My home is a provision from God that is intended to be more than a place for my family to live.  It is meant to be shared.  And the size and the beauty of it is irrelevant as long as it is a place where people are seen and loved.

If you share the calling to make your home a place of community, invite some people to join you around your table for good food and good conversation.  Some people will come back, some people may not.  But keep inviting.  You will discover the community that best fits the design of your heart and the rhythms of your home through the people who stick.

An open door, a warm meal, nourishing conversations are simple gifts presented to a world in desperate need of meaningful ways to connect.

Published by Wendy Kessler

The table is my favorite place to gather. It is where family & friends are nourished by good food and good conversation, as the sacred and the ordinary intersect over meals served daily.

12 thoughts on “WHO IS MY COMMUNITY?

  1. Wendy, this is such a wonderful reminder. I’m so touched by this in particular: “Making our home a place of belonging for people seeking deeper connections required perseverance. Patience. The willingness to try, fail, and try again.” Relationship building is definitely intentional. Thank you for issuing the challenge to intentionally develop authentic community.


    1. Thank you so much for your thoughtful response. It is so encouraging to know specifically how what I shared spoke to you. May God anoint the community your are investing in and richly bless you with unified hearts.


    1. Thank you for your kind words! I am blessed too by the caring of the people who spend time in our home. It is always a joy to share about them.


  2. What a beautiful perspective, Wendy! As a young adult myself “navigating the gap between grad school and thirty,” I am so incredibly grateful for the people who have welcomed me into their homes and lives, and I am learning to make that kind of investment in others. Thank you for the reminder that community is truly one of the best gifts we can give or receive!


    1. Thank you so much for your comment Katie. I love the connection of developing community and discipleship. That you desire to replicate what has been offered to you is so awesome!


  3. Yes, I love that you persevered through failure and kept at it. Just like writing, huh? And now you have this amazing community. Beautiful journey!


    1. Thank you for sharing your observations between the parallels of my journey with community and writing. I had not thought of that and feel really encouraged by what you shared.

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  4. I was blessed by the view around your ‘table’ – glad you shared. I, too, appreciated your saying it was a journey,and took time to develop. Thanks!


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