Our Best Hope

So you get two posts today! Or maybe more — there’s still daylight left before we leave the fourth behind.

This election mess has people crosseyed in their passion regarding #nevertrump and #neverhillary. It startles me to see family members and close friends so angry with each other over personal conviction regarding the sacredness of one’s vote. I’m trying very hard to steer clear of conversations that will provoke debate. Debate? That’s the wrong word. Barroom brawling is probably a more precise description of what threatens to break out as a result of opinion. Thank heavens for the internet, which puts a bit of distance between the opponents.

Chatting with a family member online, we agreed that whatever happens in November, ultimately our trust has to be in the Lord. No matter what happens in DC, God is who will see us through the times ahead. She gave me permission to share the following, which I think is so true:

Elections are important and they have consequences for supporters and dissenters alike, but our best hope of righting the ship is in how we live.

Our best hope of righting the ship is in how we live…

So we seek to truly live according to His word and in the process the ship begins to turn…

Resistance is futile, you must assimilate…

So my efforts at divorcing Facebook are proving to be more difficult than I originally anticipated. As much as I might despise certain aspects of The Borg, one thing you cannot argue: if you are involved in any kind of business or group effort, FB can’t be beat for getting the news out to large numbers of people quickly.

I fought with myself (as is often the case with addicts trying to kick a habit), and I will own it — I confess I peeked at the notifications on my account a few times since my last post. Not nearly as often as I usually do, but I did peek.

Then I saw a friend request from one of the main players at Baystar Group (the publishers of Image magazine, where I recently had an article published).  I received a very nice letter from the president of the Alvin Historical Society regarding my article on the museum, and she also sent a copy to the editor of Image.  My new FB friend at the publisher scanned the letter and posted it to FB. I’d be fibbing if I said that wasn’t a bit of an ego boost.

I learned that FB is one of the primary ways that the group communicates regarding the magazine, as well as promoting the magazine, the articles, the writers, photographers, etc. This set me thinking about the FB group that our church utilizes to spread the word regarding prayer requests, and the FB page that I use to post photos of window treatment projects I’ve completed.

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So I spent a good part of this morning, between sneezes (because, of course, I’m coming down with an allergy-inspired spring cold) trying to fine-tune FB to work for me, rather than me work for it. I unfollowed dozens and dozens of people and pages, while still remaining FB friends. The way I hope this works is that when I share a blog post, or something pertinent to my freelance writing, my window treatment business, or my church family, the right people will see it. And I hope that I will not be inundated with videos of fluffy puppies. political diatribes, and endless recipes.

As always, if you have something to say, please say it down there ▼▼▼▼▼ in the comments box, rather than responding on FB. I will be eternally grateful. 💗


End of the Affair

I believe my Facebook addiction is coming to an end. The more I write here, the less interested I am in what’s going on over there. I have logged on to use the FB chat function to communicate with a few friends, and I use the FB “share” button to let those on my FB friends list know I have something new here. But overall, there’s very little content there that really captures my attention.

It’s my hope that those who read my posts will start commenting here, rather than just clicking the “like” button and moving on. I want to have real conversations with people, I want to touch people’s hearts and I want them to touch mine with what we all have to say. Too much gets lost in FB “hookups” where there’s little commitment and too frequently people misunderstand each other’s intentions because too little time is spent in thought before posting.

Yes, I believe this is the end of the affair.