Welp, I quit facebook. I had to. I was becoming too involved and invested in the lives of so many incredible people I had never met in real life, and at some point my love and care for people stopped being centered in Christ. I stopped prayerfully petitioning for answers and words of comfort for hurting hearts. I stopped asking Him for direction, stopped seeking ways I could love as He loves. Instead, I was offering MY advice on everything, giving MY perspective on deeply personal situations. And with every “like” or agreement at MY words my human heart would swell with pride. It was such a gentle slip from grace toward pride. autonomy. yuck. Until it became glaring. I craved to know more. Needed to meddle. Felt righteous in my anger and frustration over situations that were never mine to know. I was bitter and distracted. Suddenly, everything seemed too negative and I realized it was me. And while I was “investing” in so many lives in the virtual world, I was neglecting the precious people God has entrusted to my care.
I am sorry. I failed you all. Please know when I fail you, when I have no patience, when I am unkind, and when I am too bold that these are reflections of my humanity, not my Christianity. I am sorry I allowed pride to distort love.
So, I have unplugged. And am finding my way back to the heart of worship as I pray for people when my mind wanders toward wondering about them. (And I am enjoying hanging out with my family and taking pics without feeling the need to immediately upload. I think they like it better, too.)
A few friends have asked what will happen to my blog, now that I am not announcing new posts on facebook. I do not know. I think there is a way to sign up for email notifications of new posts..? Or maybe I will devote all of my extra time to writing that book I’m always talking about. Extra time…haha. Look for it in bookstores Christmas of 2043. Or in holograms..of bookstores.
Cuz, there is a lot happening up in here and I don’t wanna miss a thing.
Shopping with my lil’ ladies.
Dating my handsome firefighter.
Learning to shoot and embracing my inherent bend toward fanciness.
Welcoming gnome new friends/creating awesome puns/explaining the word “pun” to a very literal eight year old.
Putting Avocado in breakfast muffins. And seeing everyone’s reaction.
P.S. IAP ladies, I am so thankful for each of you. Thank you for walking through so much and sharing life with me. I think of y’all often and I miss you already.