We just kicked off our Boundaries study last night and I am already loving it.  Someone in our journey group mentioned that she doesn’t think she’s a very good friend because she’s become such a homebody.  I instantly thought ‘that’s me!’.

As we explored the idea that wanting to home with your family, enjoying the simpler things does in some ways make you a bad friend, I realized I am a bad friend.  I hardly ever want to leave the house.  Not in a scared or cranky sort of way, but I just love being at home.  To the point where when I am committed to doing things outside of the house, such as MOPS, Daddy often has to convince me to get out the door.  Once I get there, I have a good time – it’s not that.  I do enjoy the people I see there, and no one can relate to me like those mommies can.  

But, my kids make me laugh every day.  Daddy and I still giggle like teenagers at the most redunkulous things.  After ten years, we still like each other, and if push came to shove, they are who I want to be with.  Why is that so wrong?

Then, one of the gals mentioned that she felt like saying ‘no’ to things actually does make you a good friend.  It sounds strange, but the more I think about it, the more I realize she’s right.  It’s not that I don’t care about people – because the opposite is true.  I think and pray over my friends often.  Almost daily I think about all who matter to me.  I am just not one of those people who has to see them in order to feel connected and I am realizing that often that mindset is misunderstood.

So, just to confess: My name is Angie, and I am a bad friend.  But please know, just because I am a total flake and because I don’t make a huge effort to make plans, I still love you guys more than my luggage.

Is that weird?