Thinking

Last week was a thinking week for me. I ran into several one-on-one conversations with friends. I find myself usually getting together with friends from church or friends from camp. Notice the plural. Last week gave me four get-togethers with a friend. One person. Just the two of us. The conversation changes when it is just you and one other person.

Deeper. More emotional. Satisfying. Perplexing. Thought-provoking. Intense. Listening. Sharing. Caring. Praying. Secrets. Tears, Joy, Wishing.

It was a wonderfully crazy week. . . not sure how that happened. I do find myself returning to those conversations and praying more, wondering if I should have opened my mouth, being thankful for these very special people, wishing I could have had more time, hoping for another time, refreshed to be a good mama. . . I'm a little spent. I also wonder what kind of friend I am. Do I listen enough? Do people want to be with me? Am I a good enough friend? Is there give and take or am I a needy friend? I'm learning.

Is that a Shanda thing? Woman thing? Do you go over the conversations that you've had?