Social media gets a bad wrap. It's like the head cheerleader in high school, the class clown in middle school, the teacher's pet in elementary. There's this assumption that it's always distracting us from what matters, always keeping us attached to our phones and un-engaged in real life, that it's growing a jealous, need-to-be-perfect monster inside of us.
I understand and acknowledge there's shades of right in those opinions. But, I also disagree.
Some days life is heavy. Like my shoulders are too thin and too scrawny -something I rarely feel- to bear the burdens. Some days I wonder if He's who I think He is, or if He's just a dream of what I want Him to be. Like my faith is waning and the mere act of something I treasure shrinking like that scares me. Some days I wish things looked different, that I worked at a high power public relations firm, that we lived in downtown anywhere and were chic, that I was chasing blond-headed children around a picture-esque yard with my own mini farm. Like this life, as it is, is boring, mundane, not worthwhile of sharing.
But then, I tap that app, I scroll. And I see richness -I see mamas and their babes pouring over library shelves, I see brides in gowns glowing in their grooms' embrace, I see chickens and pigs and puppies that are loved on and cared for. I'm thankful for those tiny windows into other lives, into moments that weren't mine to experience until now. I lavish in the captions, appreciating the greater context, knowing we're each writing our own picture book in small squares and typed words.
Then I find myself interested in my own feed. Scrolling, smiling, thankful that it's the story of Mr. Thomas and me. Realizing those little square frames hold bits of our dear life. And my smile, it says we are rich in deep and beautiful ways. It says the job title, the stamps in your passport, the size of the yard aren't important because the smiles exist, the moments are captured, the feelings perpetuated.
I find myself thankful for technology and its ability to so accurately capture the joys and the struggles, the way we get to share them, and the community that is formed. Go and scroll and love the life you've created while appreciating the diversity of our online community. Hashtags, filters, double taps aside, we all live such beautiful lives.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -I wrote this post and then I read two posts that felt better, more involved, and certainly more beautiful, BUT dancing along the same lines as mine so I decided to offer them to you as well. Please just be so inspired by the lovely Awash with Wonder and always adorable Jaybird Blog.