This past weekend I got to spend some time at camp. I love Bethel Camp. In some ways, it is the reason that I ended up in Kentucky. I really think that God had a huge plan up His sleeve the summer that He sent me to work at camp, but that is not the story that is on my mind right now.
I was at camp helping to cook lots of amazing food (not to brag, of course) for a writer’s retreat. Now, in the last couple of years, I have come to realize that it is ok to admit that I actually hate writing. I love grammar; I know how to properly construct sentences, but I hate writing. I think it may have something to do with the fact that I am so meticulous and picky that the process is tedious to me. Anyways, again, not the reason I am writing right now.
While my friends were all sequestered upstairs, I had ample time downstairs in the kitchen to think. One day my thoughts may not all be about my life-altering decision to change my state of residency, but for now, it’s a pretty big deal to me right now. I have some really good friends that I have made since moving. I am so thankful that God has placed incredible people in my life. My thought processes this weekend ran a little deeper though.
Making friends is really hard for my introverted, socially-awkward self. I do not like unfamiliar situations. They make me uncomfortable. I do not like meeting new people. I never know what to say to them. Seriously. My mind simply goes blank when I am put on the spot. It’s bad.
Friendship is a funny thing. Friendship requires history. My best friends grew up through childhood and adolescence with me. I met them at college, and they walked through my young adult years with me. They know my history, my story, and I know theirs. There are things to talk about and memories to share when we are together.
I moved away from those people though. I moved away from the people who know me best to a new place with people with whom I have to start creating new histories. That’s when the introvert in me gets really awkward and doesn’t quite know how to start fresh. I am so thankful, however, that God continues to stretch me and strengthen me. He teaches me new things every day. Every day I grow a little bit more.
Warning: it might get a little sappy from here. For those who aren’t used to hearing such things from me, you might need to stop reading now.
I am so thankful for the many friends that God has placed in my life: those who have known me a long time, and those who haven’t; those who text me just to see how life is going, and those who come to visit me (even if it makes me cry when you leave!); those who are across oceans, and those who are across Narnia (come visit, and I will explain). I am thankful for words of encouragement from incredible people who care about me when I am feeling loneliest. I am thankful that God continues to provide people who care about me, even if I think that making friends is a hard process. The end result is always worth it!