I'm not exactly sure why;
perhaps it's my love-hate relationship with just about everything in life.
Youth ministry.
My kids.
My home, husband, myself.
Perhaps is the passion I have for these things that make me hate that I have such passion.
Whatever fuels this love-hate it has landed me now with NO Facebook account,
with Instagram, Pinterest and Twitter all being deleted off my phone.
Speaking of my phone, she's been cracked and chipping for 2 months now and her ever so jagged screen makes running my finger across her face not so much fun so she spends much of her time in another room far away from my ear. While I miss her, I enjoy her absence.
Back to social media.
I chose to deactivate my FB account not because I was feeling overwhelmed or discouraged.
More because I don't even want it on my radar right now.
Steve and I celebrated 20 years of marriage this month and somewhere along the way I slowly began to loose the desire to be a home maker.
While I know we all keep home different and I am certainly not an Organizing Junkie or Martha Stewart, but I
Cleaning.
Cooking, meal planning.
Decorating,
entertaining.
Creating.
All things that have been replaced lately by a mindset focused on the provision in my life and not the Provider.
So for now Facebook is deactivated, although I know many of my blog readers link here through FB so you can bet I'll reactivate it eventually.
For now I am not Instagraming moments.
Not tweeting.
In a way I am asking God for a renewed joy and love for my roots.
My roots of a heart for my family and my home.
Roots that began here on this blog 7 years ago.
Roots that run deep to my Jesus, my Saviour, My Lord and my God.
See in this path of my life I've strayed away not only from my loves
but also from my God.
So if you are my FB or IG or Twitter friend, I'm sorry; because I know how much that arena of social media keeps us close; and I'll miss you.
But comment here.
Participate here.
or don't.
but I will be here.
Here, back to my internet roots.
Peace, Love and Jesus,
3 comments:
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I can't wait to get beyond trying to make it from one day to the next in basic care of little ones, without having the house a complete disaster. Sometime after that point, entertaining and creating will come again with greater ease, I hope. Your return to being a mama of a little one might be affecting you more than you realize.
Missy- I think you are right, this "reset" is affecting me more than I realize.
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