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 relationship with God remains intact.

I don’t blame Him for life’s disappointments or my disillusionment. I understand I’ve inflicted my fair share of hurt. So, I don’t sit among you as pompous or pious. We’ve all sinned and fall short of God’s glory.

The key is to move on not allowing life’s waves to drown you. Love regardless of pain. Smile despite hidden sorrow. Accept even when it doesn’t make sense to others.

Be happy. In our volatile, divided world, being happy is certainly weird.

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