We just kicked off our Boundaries study last night and I am already loving it.Â Someone in our journey group mentioned that she doesn’t think she’s a very good friend because she’s become such a homebody.Â 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.Â I hardly ever want to leave the house.Â Not in a scared or cranky sort of way, but I just love being at home.Â 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.Â Once I get there, I have a good time – it’s not that.Â I do enjoy the people I see there, and no one can relate to me like those mommies can. Â
But, my kids make me laugh every day.Â Daddy and I still giggle like teenagers at the most redunkulous things.Â After ten years, we still like each other, and if push came to shove, they are who I want to be with.Â 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.Â It sounds strange, but the more I think about it, the more I realize she’s right.Â It’s not that I don’t care about people – because the opposite is true.Â I think and pray over my friends often.Â Almost daily I think about all who matter to me.Â 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.Â 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?