Weird.
When I was in high school, I was fairly popular. Now, don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t the most popular. But, because I was a cheerleader and dated the Senior Class President, I must admit I had my fair share of friends. As I moved into my 20s and 30s and 40s, I remained very connected to a large group of friends. Like most people, the older I get the fewer my friends. It seems my friendship circle is constantly contracting. It’s weird. My husband started our relationship as the shy one - the introvert. Somewhere around the age of 50, our roles flipped. He is now the social butterfly. I’ve become the recluse. I have no doubt it confuses some people. It must be as weird to them as it is to me. I’m sure a mental health professional would have a great time sorting through my life. So, just what has caused me to be less active in my church and less visible in the community? I think it’s called life. I am among the burned and burned out when it comes to church activities. Amazingly, my relation...