I'm an introvert. That's the technical term for shy, right? Up until I met my Myer's-Brigg's obsessed husband I was merely shy, but he upgraded me to introverted.
Getting together with people is, well, a chore for me. It is hard work - emotional work - and it takes its physical toll, too, the preparing to be with others.
Bible studies, church and church dinners, get-togethers with friends. . . they all leave me gasping for air at some point before-hand and wringing my hands till they're numb while we're together.
But always, always, always after. . . I'm thankful.
Because people, for all the anxiety they bring me, are truly gifts from the Lord. And every woman I've shared my heart with at a Bible study, and every friend I've laughed with over dinner. . . each one is a blessing.
* They still like to snuggle with me. . .
* Bright bursts in the sky.
* A day to celebrate - together.
* Old men yelling at baseball game.
* The thrill of a good play.
* A LATE night of TV and hot wings the night before the last day of vacation.
* A crying 5yo who wants me, his mom.
* Kids in baseball caps, hot dogs in hand.
* Freedom in Christ - the most important and hardest-won freedom of all.
* Sweaty summer evenings.
* A 7yo who hasn't cried for me in quite a while. . . And now. . .
* Feta. . . and sweetened whipped cream. . . yum.
* Cold, orangy pops.
* The quiet beauty of an early summer morning.
* Personal pizza with the kids.
* Encouraging husband and sharing struggles.
* Trusting God to give what He thinks we need, not what we think we need.
* 5yo whispers in the middle of the night.
* Early morning bunny-sighting with 3yo.
* 5yo on a bike.
* Fellowship with good friends.
* Waiting for things to ripen.
* Picking our own home-grown blackberries.
* Sweet sleep. . . finally.