When I discovered Facebook almost a decade ago, I never imagined it would be something that took on a life of its own. I sure didn’t expect that a social media platform would be something that could ever require the need of a hiatus. Then one day, not long before the election, I realized I was in desperate need of cleansing myself from the constant updates, notifications, and interactions. During the four(ish) months I was away I learned a lot about myself, and the effect Facebook has on me. Here are six of them:
Each year I compile a stack of books--some paper, some digital-- to help me grow as a person. This year I'm particularly excited about my choices. I'm also honest enough with myself to know I might not get through them all. However, I thought I'd share them (in no particular order) with you. Maybe you'll find a few new additions for your own "to-be-read" pile.
Today is my father's birthday. He's no longer here to celebrate it, but each year on this day, I still say a prayer and send him a wish. It's quiet, and it's ours. Memories Can Be Sweet When I was in junior high and high school, my father and I would get up early in …
When I was still a perfect parent--living under my parents' roof, wearing clothes they bought for me, talking on the phone (a landline!) they paid for; I swore I would never treat my children the way my parents treated me. I wouldn't keep my children from doing what they wanted, make them do chores, or tell them no. I would be different. I'd understand them, and treat them with "respect".
It's such a wonderful feeling to know how much God loves us, even when we aren't patient. The Bible is always here to help; to remind us to rejoice even when we're struggling, because we have the Holy Spirit, and it continually fills us with His love.
Even if it makes me out to be "overly-sensitive", I will not confuse my children by participating, or allowing them to participate in something that at the very core marks what is wrong with our society. Words and actions affect people. The date on the calendar doesn't change that.
There are many reasons why I'm not a perfect mom, and why I won't hold out hope that someday I'll suddenly become that mother who 'does it all'. You know the kind of mother portrayed in Leave it to Beaver. Perfectly dressed, make-up on, and not a hair out of place. The house would always …