I’m an extrovert.
That one, little word carries a lot
with it.
It means that I thrive on being social. I need people. I can handle a day or two alone just fine, but to be my happy, crazy self, I need to be around people… preferrably those who can handle my happiness and craziness.
(‘Cause if they can’t, they’re usually grumpy which puts a damper on the happy-crazy Mel-ness that sometimes overabounds.) Ok, did I seriously just type that sentence? 
It also means that
I talk.
Sometimes a lot.
Thankfully my daughter can handle me talking to her all day long…and I think she’s learning a few things, too.
(Apparently she had a lot to say during church yesterday…I wasn’t sitting there, though.) And also, thankfully, God has placed some wonderful people in my life who let me talk AND who like to talk, too, teaching me to be a better listener.
When I look back at the last year, I’m surprised I didn’ t go crazy.
I spent, sometimes, strings of three or four days alone with no vehicle and, other than my husband at night, no adult interaction.
Amazingly, I survived, though I’m not always sure how.
Since that time, though, a lot has changed.
I’ve made some friends, I’ve got places to be sometimes, and it’s good. I like to be busy. But when I get to days like today, I struggle.
Today = Monday (ugh), no car, no plans, and (almost) no nap from the girl.
Those days are hard.
While some people who like to be busy thrive on having some alone time, too, for some reason I’m not that way. I think my quiet, semi-alone time might come when I am blogging.
Or sleeping.
I almost slink into a depression when I have nothing going on…and have to remind myself
to not be that way.
But one thing God has shown me in the last couple of months is how He meets me exactly where I am with what I need, not always with what I think I need. Sometimes it’s through a phone call from someone I haven’t talked with in awhile. Other times it’s through friends who are free for coffee and/or the park.
Sometimes He gives me an extra-long nap from Maelie so I can curl up and watch a movie or read a book and have some down time. Other times He meets me with silence and teaches me to be still…something I am continually working on.
The words, God, please meet me exactly where I am today, are uttered from my lips daily.
And He never fails.
He doesn’t always provide things in the way I expect, but He is still good…He’s my Father and He knows what I need.
I’m so thankful for that.
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