Introverts

My sister Holly sent me an article about introverts today. I had been busily framing the one sentence my son Anders had emailed in the past three months. Any news of his amazing accomplishments, I usually find out from googling his name or sometimes friends tell me. He takes "quiet" to a new level. I spend alot of time reading between the lines when I do hear from him. For example, from the one email line "thanks for the fudge", I had deduced an entire 6 months of living, including that he was happy, working hard, enjoying many evenings out with friends, and not eating enough sweets. I am hopeful that I will hear about any engagements or marriages without having to read it in the paper. This week his new start-up business won the $100,000 Forbes Boost Your Business contest. I still have not heard anything from him about it.
He was a very quiet and thoughtful little boy too, never complaining, never demanding, never wanting. He was completely content in who he was and whatever amazing things were going on in his brain. He was always diligent, hard working, and striving for excellence.
As I read the article Holly sent, I realized that my own exhaustion with social interaction was not totally abnormal. Desiring hours and hours of time alone does not mean I am anti-social. I, like Anders, am a misunderstood introvert. Normally I hate labels, but this one seems liberating. Maybe I have tried too hard to be something I am not, and asked Anders too often to be something he is not.
I think that is, in part, why I love God so much. He knows exactly who I am, and He doesn't despise me. In fact, He loves me so much that not only did He send me Jesus, but He sent me Holly's article at a perfect time.