(You’d likely be meeting me on the walking path or in the bookstore or maybe at the college where my husband works, or at the church I quietly attend.) If you met me you’d probably notice that I’m eager to make friends but I’m a bit reserved about the process; and as much as I’d like to know about you, I would probably talk too much and tell you more than you cared to know. I’d smile genuinely, wondering if you could be the friend I’ve been asking God to help me find. You’d wonder how I could look so rested and overwhelmed at the same time.
You might notice that I sometimes speak Southern and say things like y’all. I’d want to know if you have any kids and what their ages are hoping that our kids could also become friends. I’d be guessing if we were close in age and trying to figure out what we have in common. I’d be asking if you were from here or somewhere else. I’d wonder if you were on Facebook and did we have any friends in common. I’d try not to be too distracted by my kids running around, and give you my full attention.
If you met me, I’d be wondering what we could learn from each other.