I love to talk.
It's not that I like to hear myself speak, and I hate speaking publicly. It makes my palms sweat and my gums water. But one of my favorite things to do in the whole world is to talk. Chatting is okay...but I love getting down to the nitty-gritty ("who is this 'Incarnacion'?"). I like to discuss meaningful things. I like to hear and tell stories, new and old. I like to listen to people's voices. I like to hear testimonies and love stories and tales of all sorts. I like to talk about theology.
And this is all best when it is done in the company of old friends. When I go to get-togethers, I measure how the occasion went by the quality of the conversations I had--and I don't think that is uncommon. Many people appreciate good conversation. And there are a few people in whom I have "met my match" when it comes to lovers of conversation.
I love it when Daniel and I go to friends' houses for dinner and end up staying well into the night talking and laughing. I love it when I meet a friend for coffee and we end up sitting at our little table for hours conversing. I love it when I slip back into "teenager mode" and spend the night at Christi's and we stay up way too late talking and remembering together.
There are few people in this world that I share as many memories with as Christi.
Last night I went over to my mother-in-law's house to help her with a little project and ended sitting in the kitchen with her for hours. She loves to talk about her faith and the Scriptures and her incredible dreams. And I love to listen. She is good at this conversation thing. And I appreciate that she has strong opinions about things and shares them. At the same time she has a great capacity for loving others, and I learn so much from her when we talk. Plus, she serves me Ghirardelli hot cocoa while we talk; what could be better?
After talking with her I felt so uplifted and encouraged and I am so thankful. Our conversation challenged me, made me think and is still with me--and those are the best kind of conversations, aren't they?