Being an introvert in ministry is exhausting. I spent nine straight hours with people today and it wasn’t until I got back to my room that I realized how exhausted I was. People are my crack, as my friend Lindsey says, but damn are they tiring.
I mean, I love people, I really do. They bring me joy. But I got back into my room at 9 today and was finally alone, and it was glorious. My shoulders relaxed and I took a deep breath of solitude. I sat on my computer. I played my roommate’s guitar (don’t tell him). I read my Bible: Phillippians really hit the spot today. I prayed. I don’t even need that much time alone, but the moment I closed the door my batteries began to recharge.
I’m discovering that I really need that time. It’s hard to get living in the dorms, but it’s desperately important. Today I about ran out of batteries, and I was hardly any good to anyone, I think. There’s a time to give, and a time to receive.