“I’m not a people person.”
I’ve said that my entire life.
I’m very much an introvert. I’m content with time alone, and that’s what rejuvenates me. The thought of being with a lot of people at once is exhausting.
But you know what? My husband made an astute observation recently that restructured my thinking on the phrase I’m not a people person.
“You’re not a crowd person, but I think you’re a people person. You have a heart for people,” he said.
OK, I would agree with that.
“When you are one-on-one or in a small group, you thrive. You can clearly see your heart for people.”
I have a heart for people walking through something difficult. I have a heart for people who need a friend. I have a heart for the hopeless. I have a heart for the broken.
I have a heart for pouring into the lives of people. I am a people person.
It just doesn’t look like it does for an extrovert. I’m not thrilling and outgoing, but I’m someone who will be there.
If you need a shoulder to cry on, I’m that kind of person.
If you need someone to pray for you, I’m that kind of person.
If you need encouragement, I’m that kind of person.
If you need someone to intentionally walk with you through life, I’m that kind of person.
I am a people person.