Yesterday I was called...

a people person. Me. A people person. That one really struck me. You see, I have never been a people person. I spent a good portion of my early days seriously not liking people. I would work to avoid interaction with people at every turn and my favorite pastime was heading out to the desert in Tule Valley with my dog and camping and hunting...with no people around.

The thing is I'm a different person these days than I've been in the past. I realize that at some level. I understand that as I have worked to serve God and tried to do what He has for me, it has required that I change...I just never really understood how much I have changed. In the last ten years I have become what others see as a people person.

Maybe it's because I know my faults and problems better than others, but I don't see that. I understand that I'm trying to understand and appreciate people more. I am grateful that God allows me to be a part of their lives at times, but I'm not ready to accept that label quite yet. Maybe more like a liker of people. Not quite a people person!