The other day I was sharing with a friend about a funny meme I had seen on Facebook (which I pronounced mimi up until a few months ago when I was corrected by my teenager). My friend replied, “I can’t believe you are still on Facebook! I just couldn’t handle it anymore!”
Maybe it’s the raging current political climate that has left a few folks with a sour disdain for Facebook. But not me. I just scroll on past the posts that I don’t resonate with. To be honest, I used to log in because it was an extrovert’s dream to stay connected through those early years of raising babies. I could sit by myself in my spit-up-covered shirt, with hair that hadn’t been washed in far too long, folding laundry, praying that the dog didn’t bark and wake the sleeping baby in her swing, and not feel excluded or alone. I still love the connecting part, but what drives me now to log into Facebook is a little feature called, “On This Day.” Have you seen it? It shows you what you posted each day for every year that you have been on Facebook.
While others are lamenting about the over-sharing and opinionated posts, I just want to take a moment and say, “Thank you” to Facebook.
Thank you for reminding me about that one bad winter where we just couldn’t catch a break health-wise. Someone was always sick! We wondered if we would ever be well again. Thank you for reminding me that we did get through it!
Thank you for showing me pictures of my babies and helping me realize how precious today is. They will never ever be this age again. Thank you for bringing back those posts about sleepless nights, teething, and potty training. Thank you for reminding me that the hard work is worth it. Friends had commented that it was just a season and eventually it would all be behind us. And they were right.
Thank you also for reminding me of my mom’s aneurysm. While I could still hear the fear in my words asking for prayer, it was so good to read the comments of how many people had said they would pray. I read each one again and gave thanks to the Lord for their prayers, knowing that my mom had survived against the odds.
Each day I’m grateful I get to see a glimpse back at our lives knowing how far we’ve come. I smile each time I see a picture of our son posted with a sticker covering his face because he wasn’t “officially ours” yet and we couldn’t show him off. I remember in the midst of our adoption process feeling like it would never end. Yet here we are at almost a year past our final court hearing.
I still laugh when I read the funny things my kids would say and I’m so grateful they were documented.
Thank you, Facebook, for reminding me about the seasons of our lives with the long days and sometimes longer nights, and the years that go so fast.
With life in constant motion, I often forget that what I’m seeing is nothing but a snapshot. There is a bigger picture. This is just a season. Whatever season it is, it will change. Some seasons we need more prayer and support. In other seasons we are able to pour our energy back into those around us.
For everything there is a season and a time for every matter under heaven.
Tell us, what season are you in?